#anyways. all this to say i notice that ive been posting at least weekly this summer so thatll probably slow down now

[wtfforged]

i was supposed to post these ummm. whenever i did that poll eons ago. but then i didnt because i was ❤️ shy ❤️. so im dumping them all now

[winter-dayz]

We’ll Figure it Out - Part II

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader College AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Smut Words: 2074 Warnings: sexual content (dom!jinyoung, sub!reader, grinding, marking, panty stealing, female receiving oral, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration); strong language

We’ll Figure it Out Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Taglist: @soobin-chois​

Late summer had rolled into fall and with fall came midterms. With midterms, the semester found itself becoming increasingly busier and neither Y/N nor Jinyoung could quite find time to go out on a “date” again. Or maybe that’s what they told themselves as they respectively didn’t want to get their own hopes up if it was destined to crumble eventually anyway.

When they did manage to see one another, it was in passing on campus or the rare free lunch period that he joined her group of friends. For obvious reasons, he was hesitant to spend time with them. But, each time her and her friends’ paths crossed with his, they were kind and welcoming, inviting him to hang out or come study. More often than not, he politely refused, but a few times he had joined after some slight coercing and catching sight of Y/N’s pout.

Slowly, but surely, her friends became his without him even noticing. The group of four easily turned into five, and he even found himself spending time with their friends whether Y/N was present or not. Eventually, he divulged his career and status, but none of them acted any differently. They weren’t unaware of who he was, seeing as Y/N had spilled the beans pretty quickly to Mina who blabbed to Gray who gushed to Jack, but they still didn’t treat him as anyone other than their friend JP, which he was grateful for.

What he wasn’t grateful for was Jack’s constant picking at his “relationship” with Y/N, as he was doing currently.

“Can you just drop it?” Jinyoung mumbled, glare trained on his midterm study guide.

Jack hummed, tapping his own book repeatedly with a pen, “Nah man. Not until you admit you like her. Or at least that you wanna fuck her.”

Y/N, thankfully, wasn’t present, having left the study group early with Mina for their weekly girls’ date. But, that didn’t stop the heat of embarrassment from creeping up the back of Jinyoung’s neck, worried the wrong person would overhear something.

Jinyoung rolled his neck, hoping his face didn’t bear the same red resemblance as his neck and ears, and turned his glare upwards at the youngest. “She’s a person, show some respect.”

“I’m not being disrespectful!” Jack gawped, “It’s a fair question! Right, Gray?!”

Gray didn’t even glance up from his own study materials, eyes continuing to skim the dauntingly large graduate-level texts, “Leave me out of this. If he doesn’t want to fuck Y/N, that’s his business, not mine.”

“Well, it’s not like I–” Jinyoung stuttered but stopped himself, catching Gray’s small smirk. “Very funny.”

“Personally,” Jack stretched, leaning backwards in his chair, “I think you should go for it. Like I’ve been saying for weeks, she’s into you too. But if you aren’t going to, don’t be mad when someone else does.”

Jinyoung huffed, going back to his own studying before he could linger too much on just how badly those words annoyed him, “Noted.”

~

Post-midterm season meant it was time for Halloween.

Halloween meant that Jack was going to drag all of his friends out for a night of young adult debauchery, no matter how much the others all whined that they were too old.

“At least he conceded on bar-hopping,” Y/N sighed as Mina tied her into her corset. Thankfully, Mina’s husband had taken their kid trick-or-treating, allotting her some needed ‘adult time’ with her friends, and specifically their weekly ‘girl time’ with her best friend.

Mina laughed, “Only because Gray suggested we just join him at the Greek row parties… I honestly can’t decide which one sounds worse.”

“Bar-hopping. Definitely bar-hopping.” Y/N face scrunched as she sucked in sharply while her friend finished tightening it for maximum curvature. “Shitty drinks, people who are too young to flirt with, and terrible music by underpaid DJs? No thanks.”

“Yeah, but going to Greek row parties on Halloween is like begging to get drugged.”

Y/N shrugged, “Gray promised to keep me away from the shitty and underage ones.”

Mina’s eyebrows wiggled as she applied red lipstick to complete her own vampira look, “I thought you didn’t care about hooking up?”

“That was months ago. It’s Halloween, I’m a sexy pirate, and I wanna get fucked… Whether that be by liquor or dick, I’m not picky.”

“I’m sad nothing happened between you and Jinyoung,” Mina pouted as the ladies exited the younger’s apartment.

Y/N shrugged, “He never wanted a relationship to begin with. We’re friends though, and like you guys said, I got back out there and practiced flirting. Tonight is like the exam for that.”

“If you say so…”

Y/N changed the subject once they arrived at Greek row, spotting their group of friends in front of Gray’s fraternity house. He, himself, was dressed in the standard toga as Dionysus—if the chalice and bundle of grapes was anything to go by. Jack, thinking he’d be cheeky and match Y/N, had also dressed as a pirate, specifically one from certain Disney movies that allowed him to carry around a small jug of rum for the evening. Jinyoung, stood with his hands in his pockets, dressed in an all-black suit, sunglasses, earpiece, and face mask.

“Are you a bodyguard?”

He shrugged with a nod. “I’m your protection for the night.”

Y/N smiled, but was cut off as Jack slung a heavy arm around her shoulders. “Sorry mate, Miss L/N has me for the evening, savvy?” She laughed as Jack pulled her in the direction of the party, with exclamations of finding a drink for her in a very awful pirate accent. Meanwhile, Jinyoung trailed behind, frown hidden by his mask, sharp glare hidden by his glasses, and clenched fists hidden by his pockets.

He couldn’t say anything. He was the one who told her that they would just be friends, and they’d been doing well at that so far. But once again, something in him turned sour at the thought of just being friends; something in him boiled at the thought of someone else being more than friends with her. And, no matter what he told himself, that something in himself was not going away, rather it seemed to be growing.

~

A few weekends later, the group of friends, joined by Mina’s husband, found themselves outside of a nightclub, celebrating Mina’s thirtieth birthday.

“Y/N, where’s your plus one?” Mina asks when she sees the younger join them alone.

Y/N’s eyes widened, flitting to Jinyoung who stood off to the side looking anywhere but at her. She huffed. Why was she so worried about someone who didn’t even want her? “Ah, he won’t be joining us. I broke it off.” Y/N shrugged, linking arms with Mina as the bouncer led them to their reserved VIP section.

As they all settled in the booth—Mina and her husband, Jinyoung, Gray, Y/N, and Jack—Gray nudged Y/N’s side, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” Unknown to her, he flicked his gaze to Jinyoung, noticing how tense the man had become.

“That’s because I wasn’t really ‘seeing’ him. We met at your Halloween party, and Jack wingmanned me. We were just… fooling around.”

Jinyoung’s glare narrowed on Jack, before staring Y/N down. “You said you didn’t like sleeping with randoms.”

She flinched at his accusatory tone. “He wasn’t a ‘random.’ Jack knew him. He’s a good guy; we had fun. But it wasn’t long-term… Not that it’s any of your business.”

That boiling feeling in the pit of Jinyoung’s stomach was back. It burned with something akin to rage but maybe more vicious, and this time, he let it roll off his tongue. “And Jack is such a good judge of character? He wants to get in your pants as much as the next guy. Probably set you up with his own intentions.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, spitting back with her own venom. “Maybe that’s what I fucking want? Ever thought of that, hm? It feels nice to be fucking wanted.”

Before any more words could be thrown across the table, a waitress interrupted the tension by bringing a tray with shots and flutes of champagne. Y/N downed two shots, nudging Jack to move out of the booth. “Let’s go dance.”

He easily followed, a smug smile firmly in place from the beginning of the argument as he knew that Jinyoung was jealous—even if Jinyoung himself hadn’t figured it out yet. Gray grimaced, gaze flickering between his two younger friends giggling and grinding on the dance floor to the man beside him who was seething. He glanced over to find Mina in a similar, speechless manner. How were they supposed to fix this? Y/N was their friend first, and they both knew she had feelings for JP. Hell, even she knew she had feelings for him. But if Jinyoung wasn’t willing to admit his own feelings, it was hopeless.

Jinyoung remained cold and passive the rest of the evening, sipping on his champagne and chatting with Mina’s husband who wasn’t much of a partier or dancer, while the others drank and danced. Y/N and Jack hadn’t returned to the table, rather sticking to the dancefloor and grabbing their drinks from the bar instead. But, as the night wore on and their energy waned, the pair found themselves finally back at the booth, preparing to close tabs and head out.

Y/N giggled, plopping herself down on Jack’s lap as his arms came around to catch her easily. He nuzzled her ear telling her a simple ‘no more’ when she tried to reach for the last flute of champagne, but his eyes remained on Jinyoung. While she was busy pouting about being cut off, Jack mouthed to the older, ‘I told you so.’

With that being the final straw, Jinyoung huffed and slid out of the booth, storming out of the club to wait for a cab. Y/N’s eyes, glazed with a small amount of tears, trailed after him. She turned around to look at Jack, pouting and confused.

“Is he mad at me?”

“He’s mad at himself… But you should probably go talk to him,” Jack smiled. “You okay to walk there on your own?”

She blinked her eyes a few times, taking a deep breath. “Ye– Yeah… I’m good. Just got a little tipsy and caught up in the partying. Thanks…”

He nodded her off and glanced back at his other friends, who glared disapprovingly. “What?” Jack whined, “You two weren’t helping. I had to take matters into my own hands…”

~

“Go back inside, Y/N.” Jinyoung stated, not even turning to look at her as she leaned against the building next to him.

“No.”

“Fine.”

He was being distant. Cold. He knew that. He knew it was a defense mechanism. But he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t sit around watching her being cutesy and cuddling up to another man. He thought it was bad when he watched her flirt and do shots with guys during Halloween. He thought it was worse when he could see her from a distance dancing and grinding on Jack. But he couldn’t stomach to see her up close acting like that with someone who wasn’t him.

“Why are you even out here… You looked pretty cozy with Jack.” He finally spat to break the silence, not quite sure if he liked where his train of thought was taking him.

“Are you jealous, Jinyoung?” He didn’t answer her question or turn to her, just a slight tense of his jaw. But she caught it. Y/N sighed, “Jack was giving me attention. It was nice.”

“I’m sure it was.” He could feel his teeth grinding. Why was the cab taking so damn long?

“It would’ve been better if it had been someone else’s attention though…” She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. When he made no response or indication to care, Y/N let out a deep sigh. She knew it all along. Even if he did get jealous, he didn’t feel enough for her to do anything about it. She turned to walk away, jolted in her step when a hand grabbed her wrist. He turned her sharply and pushed her back against the wall roughly.

“You want my attention, baby? Have it.”

Without another word, his lips pushed against her own.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 304: The Council of OFA

Previously on BnHA: Hawks and Best Jeanist were all, “what up Todofam, we are here to apply for the positions of ‘son #4’ and ‘weird uncle’, respectively,” and then proceeded to insert themselves into the family drama without waiting for an answer. Hawks briefed Endeavor on the nation’s current status of “totally fucked”, promised to help him sort that out, and then asked him about OFA. Endeavor was all, “oh do you mean One For All, the mysterious thing that my intern Deku was apparently being targeted for?” and then we cut away, presumably before Endeavor could clarify that it never occurred to him to follow up on that, and Hawks was all “no of course not, why would it occur to anyone other than me to follow up on any of this super weird and ominously important shit.” Anyway so meanwhile Bakugou was all “LET ME SCREAM AT DEKU UNTIL HE WAKES UP” and the other kids were all “NO”, and then the chapter ended with All Might being all “I wonder what the vestige!me is currently chatting with Deku about.”

Today on BnHA: Deku drops in on the Vestiges, who are all “sup Deku, how do you like our fancy chairs.” OFA II and III are all “if you need us we’ll just be standing here silently in the corner pretending to be invisible and sparking endless discourse with our mere existence.” OFA IV is all “and now I will explain to you in a very convoluted way that you being quirkless was actually a good thing, since it means that you are probably not going to suddenly drop dead at the age of twenty. But also you’re probably going to be the last user of OFA for that very same reason.” Deku is all “that is wild. I’m just gonna stand here and stare at my hand.” Nana is all “so now that that’s settled could you please do me a small favor and kill my grandson for me”, because having just one topic to discourse about this week WASN’T ENOUGH, apparently. Thanks so much Horikoshi.

(ETA: okay so just a note before I start, this week’s RHA translation was a huge mess, so I followed up this chapter by reading a couple of other translations. the main one I’m using for reference is the one by @hanashimas​, whose weekly posts I highly recommend. anyway so you’ll see a couple of ETAs in this post in places where the initial translation was off.)

how many layers of bandages did they wrap this poor kid’s fucking hand in omg

jesus Deku. are you holding onto a bouquet of flowers under that thing?? or a tennis racket??

omg yes, finally

is he reading these names off a teleprompter lol. and if so, what has Jeanist ever done to slight you, Deku? “god bless Kacchan and Aizawa-sensei and Todoroki-kun and everyone else in the whole wide world... except for Best Jeanist. fuck that guy.” actually this joke would be funnier if half of tumblr didn’t legit feel that way lol but anyway

OH MY GOD

I NEED TO HAVE A TALK TOO. ABOUT, OH, EVERYTHING

I got immediate KHR vibes from ALL OF THIS. this is seriously such a Vongola aesthetic. “let’s use the luxuriously cushioned chairs with the seat backs that are ten feet high, and arrange all of the handsome ghost people in a big circle” like come on

that said there are also some slight LoTR vibes as well. “bring forth the ring, Deku”

I like how Six is sitting there with his feet drawn up all casual, but with his arms inexplicably sticking STRAIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF HIM and dangling over his knees like he’s doing some sort of zombie walk

apparently the Fourth wasn’t a big fan of shoes huh

interesting that All Might is the only one who’s still faint/indistinct, and and that Two and Three are fully visible

(ETA: the rest of my speculation about Two and Three has been moved into a separate post, the better to focus on the shit that’s actually happening in this chapter lol.)

and lastly, interesting that all of them are talking now, except for All Might (and I guess the Second and Third as well). to the best of my knowledge Deku hasn’t unlocked the Sixth’s quirk yet, so I guess the quirks don’t really have anything to do with it

oh and it looks like Deku’s mouth is still covered. I guess that’s convenient for the vestiges since we all know it’s hard to stop Deku once he gets going. but on the other hand it’s very inconvenient for people like me who wanted to see some interaction. alas

so First says that OFA’s power has grown a lot in the last four months (i.e. since Deku unlocked Blackwhip), and now the vestiges can communicate with each other as well as Deku

so even when Deku’s not around they can all just chill with each other. this is such a weird thing to me lol. like it’s cool, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also strange as hell to know that you’ve got eight other people hanging out in your head spying on everything you do and having conversations with each other about it. it would be like if Dark Shadow had someone to hang out with other than Tokoyami. good thing you weren’t triplets, Tokoyami

First says that it’s become easier for the vestiges to interact with Deku ever since TomurAFO barged into the OFA Domain back at Jakku. huh

(ETA: apparently this is because AFO forcibly pulled out OFA’s power when he was trying to steal the quirk, so I guess that makes sense.)

okay thank you Banjou for addressing this concern which I initially brought up as a joke, but which was apparently real enough for you to reassure Deku about

“don’t worry, even though we’re awake and hanging out inside of you at all times, we’re definitely not secretly watching and making fun of every single thing you do” hmmmmm

(ETA: “not that you could do anything about it even if we were, since you’re probably going to be the last OFA holder ever!” I don’t trust anything this asshole says lmao.)

OH SHIT??

YESSS DEKU now you can hold them accountable for all of their bullshit! because I do not doubt that there will be bullshit lol but let’s see how that goes

oh damn

well okay then. you didn’t have to stand up and walk over to him and loom all threateningly like that but okay sir

this guy has kind of a Kimimaro vibe to him. remember? that bone-growing guy from Naruto? except I’m pretty sure he had eyebrows. and wasn’t twenty feet tall. speaking of which, that explains the chairs

why are you wearing only 3/5ths of a shirt

lol what

someone’s gonna have to explain this to me. is he just redundant or something lol, or is he strangely poetical or what

(ETA: apparently HE’S MAKING A PUN omg. I immediately gained +10 love for him lol. also it flows a lot better in Japanese. this is one of the things Caleb is usually good at, so we’ll see what he does with the wordplay.)

omg the hermit theory is true!!

“I’M NOT WEIRD, IT’S SOCIETY WHICH IS WEIRD.” lol whatever you say buddy. also love how Banjou tried to give him a big hearty slap on the back but Hermit Boy was not having it lmao

IS HE TRYING TO CAPTURE HIM WITH BLACKWHIP

AND ACTUALLY, NO, SIR, AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE ARE NOT AWARE. SO SPILL!!

?!!?

okay my first response was LOL ARE YOU SERIOUS, THAT’S THE BIG SECRET!? -- and then it hit me what the significance of “died from old age... AT AGE FORTY” meant. at which point it was like “!!!!!” and then “OH, SHIT”

(ETA: there’s also an Iida joke here somewhere but I’m just too tired to make it.)

oh my god oh my god

did he somehow get a copy of the coroner’s report or something? like how does he even know that he died from “old age” as opposed to any number of other natural causes? ??

but anyway. so this is the quirk singularity coming into play then I guess. but then how come All Might is still alive and ticking?

(ETA: so this is one example of where this week’s translation is a mess lol. apparently the Fourth explains here that he didn’t know what the fuck he died from until All Might researched it. and it turns out there actually was an autopsy lol so there you go.)

so Fourth says he held OFA for eighteen years, and since he knew he would never be strong enough to defeat AFO on his own he basically just spent all his time punching rocks in the woods and training to power the quirk up

oh shit

is he implying that his body literally fell apart?? like that’s how he got the scars on his face? -- IS THAT WHAT KEEPS HAPPENING TO TOMURA, THEN. oh shit

DUDE

so you’re telling me that this quirk actively shortens the lifespan of anyone who uses it?? and my little boy here has had it now for a year already?? fuck me, I have immediately have a TON of thoughts about all this but let me save it until he’s done with his explanation

THANK YOU, DEKU

right?? how come All Might didn’t die then. even after he got injured. please don’t tell me he actually is dying still and is just being slow about it because I SWEAR TO GOD

what does this mean??

so what you’re trying to say is you all have NO FUCKING IDEA how long Deku’s gonna be able to hold this quirk before he SUDDENLY DROPS DEAD?! five generations ago this dude was able to hold it for eighteen years, and then four generations later All Might was able to hold it for thirty-odd years or so, and now Deku has it and you all have no clue which way it’s gonna go? actually this makes it sound like it really wasn’t OFA that killed the Fourth at all and you guys are just really bad at forming hypotheses. but since you’re making a big plot point out of it I guess it must be true

and don’t think I didn’t notice the part where you said you didn’t have OFA very long and then “died while fighting”, Firsto. I want to hear more about that. specifically who you passed the quirk onto before your death

and yes, if we are agreeing that OFA was the cause of the Fourth’s death, then the conclusion on this next page is the natural one to draw

so that’s a bit of a relief then, because Deku is quirkless too. so it means he won’t be able to hold OFA forever (and will probably have to find another quirkless person to pass it on to), but at least he won’t be randomly dying out of the blue next Tuesday or something

oh my god now he’s talking about OFA and AFO and user consciousnesses and all sorts of good theory stuff but it’s so much exposition. you’re really gonna make me read all this lol

wait what. why would All Might being quirkless have anything to do with the presence of his vestige in OFA Outer Space Party Land

but Deku is also quirkless and he’s clearly visible and chatting with you guys. so what gives. like how much of this is verified fact and how much of it is you guys just shrugging and making stuff up lol

SERIOUSLY, GUYS

BUT DEKU IS ALSO -- you know what, never mind sob. none of this shit makes any sense but whatever

(ETA: seriously, this all seems like an awful lot of speculation on their part. for Deku’s sake I sure hope they’re right.)

FSSKDJFLSKLKJLKJL ALL MIGHT IS FIFTY-FIVE?!

lol that’s a full ten years past my closest estimate, wow. but this pretty much confirms his age now at last! or at least confirms it within a couple of years, because we know All Might and Nana met when he was in middle school, and he presumably had the quirk by the time he took the U.A. entrance exam. so yeah. gonna go with fifty-five

so they think that because All Might was quirkless, OFA was better able to adapt to his body and became his true quirk, as opposed to being an extra quirk that stacked on top of the one he already had and overwhelmed him. ties in back to the whole “AFO used to bend people to his will by forcing quirks on them” thing, as well as the “Noumus are all mindless because of the strain of having multiple quirks”

Two and Three are really ruining the serious vibe of this scene here lol

they look like they’re doing the counting for hide and seek

and is this Deku talking now? I was about to get mad at First for implying that quirkless people are somehow freaks, as opposed to “normal” people jdslk

so in other words, don’t go giving it to your best friend all casually for shits and giggles, Deku. even if it would make a really cool climax for a movie. well shit. maybe that’s why they were so quick to nope back into Deku’s body afterward

so First says that because quirkless people are becoming rarer and rarer, the fact that All Might just happened to stumble upon Deku is “nothing short of a miracle.” which, yeah, that was definitely a stroke of luck there. being quirkless saved his life. but being quirkless is also part of why he was chosen in the first place, and we’ve always known that much

“in other words, kiddo...”

looks like there was some hurried clone stamp usage going on here lol. but props to RHA as always for putting this scan out so fast, especially given how exposition-heavy this week’s chapter has been

“anyways, that was the main topic” ARE YOU SERIOUS. there are like ten other topics imma need you all to get to here, people

(ETA: seems like this is a mistranslation; the line should actually read something more along the lines of “and now for the main topic.”)

FFFFFFFFF

“ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER THIS WEEK.” dskfalkjlkjwlgkjl you really went and dumped this discourse on us yet again. fucking...

(ETA: forgot to mention, but as several people mentioned, this seems to be another mistranslation -- rather than asking Deku to kill Tomura as though it’s doing her a personal favor, Nana is asking “will you be able to do it.” in other words more of an “are you capable of doing it” type of thing. which is a very reasonable question to ask given that Deku is, well, Deku.)

anyways, and the answer is obviously going to be “no” of course. this isn’t going to end any differently than when the previous Avatars all told Aang to kill Ozai. but I guess it means we’re in for a fun conversation next week

so Nana looks pretty grim here though (nothing at all like the person who once taught All Might the importance of saving people with a smile), and I’m wondering if this means she believes that her grandson is already beyond saving. as in killing him would be a mercy, as opposed to him continuing to live with AFO bending his mind and body to his will. except if that is the case, I think she’s underestimating Tomura’s own will. and definitely underestimating Deku’s will to save

and also, just... I’m so fucking sick of AFO screwing the Shimura family over, honestly. this is exactly what he wanted. well fuck you, guy. you don’t get to have what you want. go out there and save Tomura, Deku. for his sake and for Nana’s. give them some hope. do your thing, boy. can’t wait for your big speech all about it next chapter lol

[theonekrafter]

theonekrafter’s writing news: #1

yooo its ya boy theonekrafter, coming in with the sickest general update on what’s up with writing! i thought i might as well start updating you all on what’s going on, make that follow worth it. 

index:

general news

picked clean news 

biggering news

magneto news

general news

1: hello! it’s been a while! i have been working! capitalism is ruining me.

2: you may have noticed almost all my fics have (discontinued) in the summary now, this is because i haven’t updated most of them in several years and i just wanted to make it official. no hard feelings, but that two chapter fic from 2019 was probably never getting an update. you may ask “which one?”, and to that i say “exactly.”

3: the pit discord has hit 114 members, which is sort of insane to me considering it’s for fanfic but also really hype. 

anyways, that out of the way we can get to the rambling. despite my lack of updates, i HAVE been writing, just...very infrequently. and with low energy. i’m entering a writing rush again though so i’ll try and write as many updates as i can, for you guys. 

that being said, i’ll hint to a new collab i’ll be doing with reavv, the person i worked on Les Étrangers with if anyone here is familiar with that. (it’s a dragon age fic, go figure.) i don’t know how much i can hint to right now, but it WILL be modern character(s) in thedas, and we’ll be going back to basics when it comes to common tropes in mcit. we’re working on chapter 1 as i write this, and i’m hoping it’ll be a project we both enjoy and that our readers enjoy as well!

ive had a few other works in the backlog, a few ideas for skyrim and dragon age, but whether those will see the light of day is up in the air. should i start just posting my unfinished stuff? i have a ton of si for various fandoms i’ve never finished but have like AT LEAST 2k or something on. though a lot of it is from pre 2020 so it’ll be lower quality. food for thought.

i think i might make another longer post about dragon age soon, just because i’ve been thinking ab fic a lot recently and about the slow death of dragon age’s fandom since it’s height around 2016. i love dragon age and appreciate bioware but also they make a fanfic author’s life very hard.

picked clean news

(art by me of “ari” ariadne commissioned by thewritingcorner themself)

ch 5 wordcount: 3k

@mbwestover​ x , thewritingcorner, bones and i definitely THOUGHT there was gonna be weekly uploads when we started, and then life smacked us all in the face and we all didn’t write for a month, but whatever we’re fine. 

currently as of writing this chapter 5 is at around 3k, almost done. i will say it’s gonna be a angsty one, if you read chapter 4 you’ll know why. most of it was admittedly written this past week or so by me at 3am, but that’s between me and you, random citizen. 

i think it’ll be a good one, or at least that’s what the others have told me so i have no reason to assume otherwise. you’ll be able to tell me what you think in probably a week(?) or so when we post it. (do not hold me to that. everytime i list a release date i jinx that shit)

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biggering news

ch 8 wordcount: 2.2k

woah, what’s this? did theonekrafter add a new thing to biggering’s summary? man i wonder what it is it must be pretty coo

why am i clarifying this in the summary, you ask? 

i get a lot of comments asking if this is abandoned, which is weird, considering it’s only been like six months since i updated. grrm has taken 11 years to get out that new book, in comparison i’m doing pretty well.

jokes aside, biggering chaper 8 is in the works, i promise. we’re at like 2.2k words, i just haven’t really been feeling asoiaf lately. i haven’t been seeing any good si fics for it lately so the inspiration has been low. (i’ve been eyeing Last Serving Daughter by dwellingondreams though, let’s see if reading that will spark something in my empty head.)

ch 8 is probably gonna be better than most of the other chapters though, i’ve been improving a lot lately in terms of descriptions so i’m hoping that will translate well.

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magneto news

ch 15 wordcount: 0

man i don’t even have actual news for this one, i have no fucking clue what direction to go in a book i started writing when i was still in highschool. the only thing saving you magneto enjoyers from a little (discontinued) is my guilt ab being one of the most popular si fics for bnha and not even enjoying bnha anymore. 

is it flattering? yes. is it also very fear inducing because i only write video game fanfic for the most part? ...also yes. 

feel free to tell me in the comments what would be interesting to see happen in magneto, i’ll gladly listen, but other than that consider magneto on a soft hiatus if you didn’t already.

alright that’ll be all for now, tune in next time for a fanfic meta post in six months. 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List”

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 2: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161379886591/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

“I’m out of here…” you announce, lifting your bag and taking a few steps towards the door. The Joker doesn’t reply, he just watches you in silence, leaning on the back wall of the master bedroom.

“That’s all you want?” he speaks up in a bitter tone when you are almost out of the quarters.

“Yes, that’s all…” you whisper and don’t turn around, continuing your walk. After a few moments, J wants to add something but gives up when he hears the elevator. He knows you’re already gone.

****************

Things went from worse to worst until both couldn’t take it anymore. You were aware he’d never leave the penthouse so you decided to break it off sooner rather than later. You were actually surprised he didn’t try to stop you when you told him about your decision: after all, he doesn’t like people to leave until he says so. You were determined to continue with the plan even he would have attempt to disagree. But he didn’t. Probably happy to get rid of you in such a timely manner. The Joker must have really hated you if he didn’t bother with any kind of reaction.

Oh, well, serves you right for thinking you meant something to him. Lesson learned.

****************

The first time he got a sign from you was after about 2 months. You called and he didn’t answer. It came through as “unknown number” because you weren’t in his contacts anymore, but he had the digits memorized. After about one hour, he received a text message: “Could you please meet me tonight around 10pm at the corner of Spencer’s and North Avenue? It’s really important. Please…I really need to talk to you.”

J deleted the message, upset you bothered him. For some reason though, he decided to go and see what the hell you wanted. He waited in the shadows behind the apartment building, watching you nervously pacing under the street light. You held a few papers in your hand and seemed distressed.

The Joker regretted coming so he stayed hidden, but didn’t leave. You waited for an hour and it began to rain. He could see you were soaked to the bone, still waiting on the almost deserted sidewalk. He was drenched also and didn’t move. You started to cry when you realized he won’t show up, holding up those papers to your chest. After another half an hour passed, you signaled a cab and one saw you right away. J decided to come out, thinking that if you notice him, he’ll talk to you. If not, oh well…

Of course you got into the taxi and didn’t see him approach. He had the perfect excuse for his indifference and you swore never to get a hold of him again. You bawled all the way back to your house, mad at yourself for being such an idiot. Yet, not too many choices at the time. You erased his phone number from your cell and as soon as you got home you smashed the phone to pieces, crying your eyes out since The Joker didn’t want to at least meet you when you really needed his help for once.

******************

After 7 months, J is in a meeting, planning a heist and some transactions on the black market with his old business partner when the conversation steered towards your absence at the negotiation table. Everyone knew you were gone, but Jasper still ran his mouth.

“That’s too bad about what happened to Y/N, hm? How old is she, 35 ? I hope she makes it… Hard to tell with this kind of stuff…”

Your ex is not excited to hear your name. He would love to blow Jasper’s brains, but he’s still needed.

“Don’t push it,” J growls, annoyed, clenching his jaw.  The guy lifts his hands up in surrender, not having any desire to irritate the Clown Prince of Crime.

“No disrespect, sir, I was just talking without thinking.”

J keeps on marking locations on the map, absent minded.

“So…what happened to her?” he utters, not lifting his eyes from the important project.

“You don’t know?!” Jasper replies, intrigued.

“No,” J simply answers, sniffling.

“Do you really care to find out?” “No… But tell me anyway!”

*** He debated for a week if he should call you or not. When he finally dialed your digits, the flat message made him roll his eyes: “This number has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

It took J about 3 more weeks to find your whereabouts. You can easily make yourself disappear under fake identities. Thankfully, The Joker has several ways of using his numerous resources when necessary.

********************

Oh, no! you think when you hear the doorbell. You slowly get up from the couch, dizzy from the monthly IV medication dripping in your veins, one of the treatments you do at home. You grab the IV pole, rolling it towards the door. You bought this house outside the city, not wanting to be bothered. No neighbors around. And you didn’t order any food or supplies to be delivered like you usually do.

“Coming!” you announce, holding on to the wall with your free hand. “Who is it?” you inquire before opening the door.

“Pizza delivery,” the muffled voice answers.

“I didn’t order any pizza,” and you crack the door open. “Shit!” you gasp when you see J standing there and you shut the entrance immediately, locking it.

“Really?!” you hear him and you back out, alarmed. Surprisingly, no knocking or pounding.  And it clicks: the sliding glass door on the back porch is opened! You force yourself to walk as fast as you can, difficult since you are hooked to your IV.

“Dammit,” you mumble when you get to the living room and see he already got inside.

“I wasn’t aiming for this reaction,” J frowns, taking a few steps towards you.

“What…what are you doing here?!” you demand to find out since you’re not pleased about his presence. You really don’t need whatever the hell this is right now.

“What’s wrong with you?” he cuts to the chase, not in the mood for chitchatting. Those piercing eyes urge for an explanation.

“Nothing,” you grumble and squeeze the pole harder.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he points towards your IV. You sigh, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

“It’s only…only something to slow down the process…”

“What process?” The Joker barks, biting on his cheek.

“The process of me dying too fast,” you serenely admit. He keeps on staring at you, kind of stupefied at how you look: skinny, pale, dark circles under your eyes and he can notice it all since you have no make-up on. Your hair is dark blonde now, still long yet visibly thinned out.

“Nonsense, you’re too young,” he drops on the chair closer to him, crossing his legs.“Who helps you?” he begins another tirade of questions.

“Nobody; I leave alone, away from everyone. I don’t want to be seen like this and I can take care of myself,” you swallow the bitter taste on your tongue, nauseated. All the drugs you take have such awesome side effects. “Is this an interrogation? Because I don’t want to talk nor see anybody. So if you would just leave…” and you nod towards the sliding door he sneaked through.

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off, bouncing his leg on top of the other, impatient. He reaches for the papers scattered on the table in front of him, reading the names of the numerous vials with tablets, capsules and lozenges, aggravated. “Do you have a list of all the stuff you take?”

“Wh-what?! Could you just…just leave please?!” and you gag, almost vomiting, rushing to snatch a container from the kitchen counter with anti-nausea medication. You swallow one tablet with a few sips of water and go sit down on the couch, exhausted. J watches your every move without any comment.

“If you don’t leave I’ll call the cops,” you close your eyes, feeling the room spinning.

“Please do, I would love to tell them who you really are,” he scoffs, rattling some of your pills, amazed on how huge they are. Crap, the police threat didn’t work.

“Go home to your girlfriend and leave me alone,” you encourage him, hoping he’ll get lost.

“Go home to your girlfriend,” he imitates you, giving you a mean glare. “Do I look like a fool in a leash to you?! Don’t insult me! Plus, I hate her!” he snarls, finding what he came for in the documents pile: an inventory of all the things you take for your condition.

“You hate everybody, “ you whisper, biting your dry lips.

“A skill I take a lot of pride in,” he cracks his neck and finally gets up.

“Why are you here?” you tilt your head to the side, fighting to keep your raging sickness under control. “ Where…where were you when I needed you so badly, hm? I asked for a meeting and you didn’t even bother to come…I was scared and seeked your help. How stupid of me…,” you sadly smile and even if you don’t seem to cry, J notices tears rolling down your face. “Of course you are too busy to be bothered with someone so insignificant as your ex that wanted to tell you she found out she’s dying…” you wipe your tears, not breaking eye contact. Him adding to your misery doesn’t aid.

“Shut up, you’re not dying!!! And don’t talk to me like this again!” he growls at you before slamming the sliding door behind him.  

“I AM DYING!!” you yell, taking deep breaths to cool down.  

My God, what in the world was that?!!! Do you have to move now?! You are in no mood to do so, but probably you’ll have to pull yourself together and vanish once more. How did he find you?

******************

You didn’t hear anything from him in a while and you are relieved: probably forgot about his little project involving you and lost interest like he usually does when he gets bored. It’s better this way; you don’t need to be stressed out about more problems, you don’t need your life turned upside down more than it already is.

You are coming back from your weekly check up at the clinic and you notice a black car in your driveway. You groan when you see Frost coming out of the vehicle, waiting for you. No choice but to park next to him and meet him.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Frost,” you cautiously greet. “Is J here?”

“No, but boss wanted me to give you this,” and Jonny hands over a sealed box.

“What is this?” you check, curious to hear about it. What is he up to?!

“Mister J says the directions are inside: take one of the red pills three times a day and the blue one just once daily. He also said to stop taking the three meds he crossed over on your med list. All in the box,” Frost blurs out, getting ready to flee. He sure is uncomfortable; knowing you, you’ll certainly decline.

“I don’t want anything from him!” you raise your voice.

He was afraid this will happen.

You place the box on the hood, heading towards the porch.

“I can’t tell him that! Please take it!”

“I don’t know what the hell those pills are and I don’t need his help. Just tell him I said that!”

“He’s not gonna like it…” Frost grumbles.

“So? I want to be left alone!!”

****************

You are getting ready to go to sleep when you hear a loud bang: your front door is being opened and slammed. Must be J…and you are correct.

“Y/N?! Y/N! Where are you?” The Joker shouts, looking around for you.

“Ummm…here,” you get on your knees in bed, covering yourself with the comforter and bracing for the worst.

He storms in your bedroom, holding the box he sent earlier.

“I understand you refuse to take this?” his low voice echoes in the whole house.

“Yes, I don’t want it. Please leave!”

“Do you know what I’ve been doing for the past 3 weeks since I last saw you? Hmmm? Do you?!” he starts unwrapping the seal around the box, tossing it by you. “I broke into 3 research facilities, about 5 hospitals, kidnapped doctors and blackmailed others in exchange for information and treatments. Showed your med list to all of them and they came up with some new options for your disease!” J is so mad he’s slamming all the vials around, taking a red tablet out of one. “Take this!!” he shoves it in your face and you hesitantly move your head backwards.

“It’s a new experimental drug!!“ he roughly grabs your jaw.” I’ll get rid of the stuff you don’t have to take anymore.”

You sniffle, intrigued by his behavior and escape his grasp.

“Why are you tormenting me? Are you that bored? Why don’t you go back to Gotham?” You wipe your forehead, already tired from all this crap. “Do you feel…guilty?” you touch his hand, moving it away. He brings his face very close to yours, panting with indignation:

“I’m fucking buying you more time!! So take this goddamned pill or I’ll force you! I mean it!!”

You sigh, weighting in the options.

“Fine…I’ll take it…Are you happy now?” you reach for the bottle of water on the night stand and swallow the given medication.

“Ecstatic!” J grinds his teeth, vexed. “They told me you should expect nasty side effects, but it will get better.”  

You shrink under the cover.

“Well, I took it, so…you don’t have to be here anymore.”

“Are you kicking me out?” he goes on the other side of the bed, starting to pile up pillows.

“Please go back to Gotham,” you beg, uneasy at the thought of him spending the night.

He stretches, fed up with the conversation, wanting to relax after another long day.

******************

One hour later you started feeling the aftermath of your new drug. You are used with being sick and yet it doesn’t make it easier. You shiver like a leaf, moaning in pain, adding 2 painkillers when the aching becomes unbearable. You try to get comfortable but it’s useless.

“Are you cold?” J asks, moving closer to you. “You…need… anything?” he struggles to offer, not really knowing how to react to the situation. You nod a faint yes, reaching your hands for him:

“Y-you…” the weak response comes, making him scoot over without hesitation. A strange warmness washes all over him, making his heart beat faster and it’s not a pleasant emotion. You curl up in a ball against his body while he covers you with his blanket too.

“J…” you whimper when his arms go around you, “ O-one of these days they’ll find me dead in here. C-can you take my things? I would hate for s-strangers to come in here, stealing what doesn’t belong to them. You know how much I care a-about my things… Y-yes?”

The Joker believes you’re delirious; he was warned about this common side effect of what you’re taking. Maybe you are…

“No, I won’t!” he emphasizes his refusal, inflexible in his decision.

“W-why not?” you lick your dried lips, getting even more upset.

“I only provide my services to people I like. You’re not on the list,” he makes sure to remind you.

“N-nobody’s on the list,” you crack an awkward smile, squinting your eyes when the muscle spasms hit again.

“Exactly,” J acknowledges, wondering how the hell you manage on your own when you are so ill. He caresses your hair and he notices so many strands left around his fingers.

“Jesus, Y/N!“ escapes his mouth before he can stop the words.

“I k-know I should shave my h-head and I just keep on p-postponing,” you tremble, praying you can rest for a little bit. So many sleepless nights, twisted thoughts and therapies took their toll on you.

After about 2 hours you finally fall asleep and he dozes off also, worn out and fighting with himself about what should happen next. J is not sure how long he’s been out, but when he wakes up it’s still dark and you are in his arms. It seems you didn’t move at all and he notices you’re not breathing.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, wake up!” he softly slaps your shoulder and there is no reaction. “Hey! Wake up I said!” he gets up on his elbow, terrified for once. “Open your eyes! Wake up!!!!” he shakes you, feeling he’s starting to sweat from the anxiety.

“Mmmm,” he hears your mumble and you cuddle more to his chest, keeping your hands under his pillow. “What is it?” you whisper, yawning.

He puts his head back on the cushions , truthfully admitting:

“Shit, I thought you died…”

“Not yet…” you calm him down, not wishing to wake up yet. “Go back to sleep, I’m fine…My blood pressure gets really low sometimes, I’m still here…” you kiss the skin in front of your lips, not realizing what you’re doing. You fall back into your dreamless daze while The Joker is unable to do anything else but repeat in his mind the simple sentence you used to let him know you’re still alive: “Not yet.”

*******************

You don’t go to the clinic anymore. A lot of your old meds are not needed according to the new care plan in place for you. New stuff is being added and some doctors are even brought to your house so they can assess you. Tests after tests, trial and error of all the drugs that The King of Gotham is able to smuggle and steal for you. You have such bad days you seriously consider giving up, which was the main idea before he showed up at your home that day.

You have no clue why he’s putting so much effort into it and he gets mad when you fight him, refusing to take your meds.

“Nothing is really working, they make me feel worse!” you sob, having a really bad day while being hooked to your new IV.

“Tough it out, Pumpkin, could be worse,” he grouchily snarls, moving some of your books around.

“You can’t buy me life, it’s too late,” you wail on your couch, depressed and ailing in every single fiber of your body.

“I’m not buying you life, Y/N, I’m buying you time!” J aims towards all the vials, bottles and containers containing the remedies you actually need.

“What does your girlfriend has to say about this? I bet she detests me since you spend so much time here,” you want to mention, blowing your nose in a tissue.

“I told you I hate her so I don’t care about what she thinks!” he barks and shoves the books around when a piece of paper folded in two flies out from one of them and lands on the floor. He picks it up and opens it, reading your note:

Bucket list

-go to Japan

- a family

- see J one last time - no, no, no!!

-meeting my knight in shining armor (he huffs)

-kidnap Commissar Gordon again (he smirks)

-see J one last time – no!!!!!!!!!!

-find out Batsy’s identity (he grins)

-steal more diamonds

-see J one last time - NOOOOO!!!!!!

“What are you doing?!” you jump off the couch when you see the paper in his hand.

“A bucket list Doll ?! Really?” he laughs because he has no better idea of how to get rid of this awful feeling in his heart.

“That’s private, give it back!” you barely drag your feet to go to him and yank the list out of his hand, placing in a drawer. “This is very personal stuff, you have no right to…”

“I do what I want!” he interrupts, giving you a high and mighty gaze. So typical.  

“You can’t just…”

“Tell someone that cares,” he turns his back on you, returning to his task and you sit there with your mouth open, outraged. You forgot to cry. “When are you going to shave your head? The new IV med will really make you lose more hair, that’s what they told me,” The Joker chatters, turning his attention towards you again. “Want me to do it for you? I’ve seen you have the electric hair clipper in the bathroom. Don’t be a chicken and do it!” he distracts you from your tirade.

“I’m not sure if…” you try to negotiate, but I guess he has a new assignment on the horizon. You are conscious you’ve been delaying this forever; your hair is so thin and limp it’s gross.

“Nahhh, I think we should go on with it! No better time than the present!” and he takes your hand, guiding you towards the bathroom while you steadily roll the IV pole with you. “Sit!” he pushes your shoulders down on the chair and brings over the tool, turning it on. You nervously gulp, watching chunks of your locks piling up on the marble flooring.

“Done!” he announces and you touch your bald head, getting up so you can see yourself in the mirror. It looks terrible and you start weeping.

“Ahhh, it’s not that bad kid. You’re still fairly pretty. To be honest, you’re uglier than before but I can still look at you,” J cheerfully concludes.

You elbow him through tears, appalled at your reflection.

“You suck at making people feel better, you know that?”

“Another skill I take great pride in,” he winks, grinding his silver teeth and you cry harder.

“My hair…it’s …just…gone,” you stammer, saddened beyond control, stroking your shaved skin.

He sighs, softly pushing you away from the mirror, still holding the trimmer.

“You know, Princess, I’m starting to get sick of my green hair, I had it for a while,” he passes his fingers through it, turning his head left and right.

“Huh?” you whimper, sniffling.

Before you can react, he turns on the trimmer again, starting to shave his head. You stop bawling, shocked, watching his green locks falling to the ground.

“What are you doing, J?!”

“Isn’t it obvious? Getting rid of something I’m bored with. There, done! Com’ere!” he urges you to return in front of the mirror with him. “I think we look pretty good, won’t you say?” he puckers his lips and you start crying so hard it makes him cringe. “Would you stop it??!! I didn’t do it for you, I’m too selfish. I was really tired of my toxic green hair, got it?”

You nod a yes and hug him, squeezing him in your arms as hard as you can since your IV line doesn’t permit a wide range of motion.

********************

Later that evening

“Are you ready?” he peeks in the bedroom to see you dressed up. “Told you some make-up will do the job, you’re much prettier now. Still not up to my standards, but…”

You walk towards him in your floral summer dress, sulking.

“Horrible person…” you mutter, elbowing him. “Where are we going?”

“I need your help with something and since you didn’t get out of the house in forever, I have plans for today.” “Where are we going?” you insist, stepping outside and observe the silver car on the driveway, probably dropped off by his men because he didn’t have it there this morning.

The Joker gets dresses with his silver jacket, taking a deep breath before laying it down for you:

“The silver jacket is the most I can do for the shiny armor, ok? Plus the car,” and cracks his fingers, a bit uneasy.

You seem puzzled.

“Your stupid bucket list, Doll: the knight in shining armor thing. I’m not wearing a dumb armor, this is the most I’m willing to do.”

You stare at him, speechless, on the verge of crying as he can see your lips quivering.

“Uhhh, give me a break!”  J growls, giving you a nudge towards the car.

******************

“What are we doing at Jasper’s hideout?” you step out of the car, wondering what he has in mind.

“Some business to attend to and I need your help, OK?”

“OK,” you agree, hesitant.

When you both walk in with the new bald looks, everybody at the meeting instantly stops talking and glances, astonished.

“Wha’? “ J guides you to your seats, “You didn’t see two beautiful people before?!” and the tone in his voice makes them all aware they shouldn’t make it so obvious they’re perplexed at the change.

They all start talking in the same time, apologizing and attempting to fix their mistake.

“Shut the hell up!” he addresses the crowd, irked. “Wrong spot, Y/N!” he signals you to get up from your chair and you do as asked, confused. “Here!” he pulls you in his lap and you place your hand around his neck, smiling. “We are negotiating with this fine…gentlemen; I’m too exhausted for this, you do it.”

Wow, they didn’t see you in more than a year and now you show up here with Mister J, back to what you used to do. What’s going on? they all ask themselves, knowing they won’t get an answer.

The Joker rests his head on your shoulder, listening to the sound of your voice resonating in his ears.

He might not be able to buy life for the girl he hates so much, but he can buy her time. As much as he can.

Also read: MASTERLIST

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

[mollysgame]

“Imagine: Archie Andrews has been in love with you forever but a certain fate has kept you apart for far too long.”

Inspired by Buzzcut Season by Lorde

warnings: how do you feel about crying...? also, m/ of intrusive thoughts, hospitals and other medical things... anyways this is just sad

[i do not own the gif above!]

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Archie Andrews had never expected he’d become the beck and call type of man for a woman he loved. Especially not by nineteen-- an age he expected to use as an experimental period with an abundance of women. It wasn’t that he had no respect for the men who fell at the feet of women they adored, he just hadn’t wanted that for himself.

And yet there he was, his firm hands gripping a small basket already half full of things that he was assuming you’d want. It was 10pm and he couldn’t stop believing that everything would be okay if he just picked the perfect things. He’d been grabbing everything from chocolate to those pull apart twizzlers you ate religiously. His fingers instinctively reached out and touched a bag of chili heat Doritos. A memory of him choking on the heat and spitting water on your lap flashed through his thoughts. He laughed and decided to leave the chips alone.

He went to the freezer in the corner of the store and tried to pick out the right ice-cream. They had the Ben and Jerry’s you liked and even though he didn’t have that much money left, he decided to grab it anyways. He could spare eight more dollars for you. He would give anything for you to just...

A head of cognac coloured hair shook almost violently, desperate to avoid thinking too much. Intrusive thoughts attacked him almost daily now, forcing him to feel trapped, almost tied to a bed and unable to breathe on his own. That only led to feeling more and more apart from you. All he wanted to do was be the person you needed, to save you.

But he didn’t know how yet.

Archie walked up to the counter and dropped the armful of confections and junk on the counter. Jughead Jones had been hired by the corner store for nights after they shut down Twilight years ago. He was still saving up enough to finally go to college. His grey eyes settled on Archie for a long moment and then he began to check out the items.

“Is this going to be a weekly forever?” The words sounded spiteful but Archie knew that his friend was just lonely. While Betty had been more sympathetic, Archie knew the flaxen haired girl missed him too.

He was desperate to repair the relationships with his closest friends but he didn’t have the time to care for himself anymore. Everything was pointless while he couldn’t repair things with you.

“Until she is able to forgive me. I can’t stop Jughead, it’s like she owns my thoughts. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Jughead nodded like he understood and handed Archie the bag of goods, waving his hand with Archie tried to pay. It was his way of saying ‘I’ll never feel like this for a girl but I’m sorry you do.’.

Archie’s hand grasped the handle of the door and then let go, his body swivelling around to face his friend again. “Hey Jug, do you remember our first year of high school when Y/N told everyone that I was allergic to flowers?”

Jughead rolled his eyes before slowly nodding. “Reggie made your locker look like a shrine the next day. And then you gave out every single flower and got the numbers of twenty girls.”

“I didn’t save a single one, just so you know. I just told you guys that I was texting them all so no one would know.”

Except that in all four years since that week of freshman year, Jughead, Betty and even Veronica had figured it out. In fact, Cheryl Blossom had vague posted about it on Twitter once. Nobody in Riverdale could have missed that Archie Andrews was in love with you.

“Archie, do you ever just wonder what would have happened if you just had of told her?”

Of course he had. Archie had dreamed of it so many times that it was almost as clear as a memory. Every lucid dream of you, recurring more recently, was exactly the same. 

It would begin with you lying against the headboard of his bed, nestled in the crook of his arm and humming one of his songs. The room would start out so bright, keeping him from being about to see anything. He could feel your hair against his chin and his heart would feel so tight when you laughed at absolutely nothing. Then it would slowly change, everything would go dark around the two of you and suddenly you would be swallowed by shadows. 

Finally he would be able to see you, his eyes looking down at you with his arm around your shoulder. He would see every detail of you so perfectly that he would get lost for a moment, forget his objective. Because everything about you was mesmerizing, even the way the tips of your eyelashes curled up and never completely touched your skin. 

And then it would hit him full force, like a train barreling through the centre of his body. He’d stop breathing, not feeling anything but numb in every part of his body but his heart. And you wouldn’t ever look up, you wouldn’t notice the way his face had contorted into the expression of pure, honest pain. You wouldn’t even question why tears were hitting the top of your head. 

“I need to tell you before it’s too late,” he’d say with a lump in his throat so large he just couldn’t catch his breath. 

“Mhmm,” you’d mumble with no words attached because Archie wouldn’t be able to recall what your voice sounded like in that moment.

“I know you’re my friend, I know that you’re always going to be my friend. But I need to tell you before you’re taken away from me. I need to tell you how sorry I am and that I swear I lov--”

And it would always stop right there, the blinding light back to carry him away from you. And Archie Andrews would wake up without you once again.

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The building loomed over him like the shadows from his dream. He figured maybe that’s why the shadows were always what brought you to him once he fell asleep. It had started raining, his messy hair soaked and matted against his forehead. He was cold and yet burning inside, a combination possibly lethal. 

No one minded him as he cut through the lobby and past the closed gift shop. He noticed a few people asleep in the chairs who had more to worry about than a shivering ginger boy with a bag of snacks. He was on a mission though and when he was finally noticed, it was a by a blue clothed woman who sighed at the sight of him. 

“I told you last Friday that that was the last time, Andrews.” 

Archie sucked in his cheeks slightly and tried not to show the misery he was feeling. It was if the building has sucked out every bit of hope he had before he’d walked in. But the pulsing in his chest wasn’t just from his heartbeat, it was something deeper than that. It was pulling him to you so strongly that he felt almost tethered to your body. 

“I promise that this is the last time. Please just let me see Y/N. I’m sorry it’s so late.” 

The woman shook her head and sighed more deeply than the last time, possibly more deeply than all of the times before that. She ached for the poor boy more than she did for your family sometimes.

“It’s never going to be the ‘last time’, is it?” 

Archie’s gaze flickered to the chipped, beige floors and then to the familiar number on your door. 

“She’s alone every night. It’s the weekend, I just want to give her one night a week to have someone.” 

What he didn’t add was that he didn’t want to break tradition. How could he explain that Friday was your day, as it always had been. Buying too much sugary foods and lounging on his bed while watching Disney movies every week was something he could never forget. 

“Fine. But next week you’re going to have to have a better excuse so I don’t get in trouble for this anymore.”

Archie nodded and the woman led him to the room, opening the door for him and glancing at the peaceful girl on the bed. Your bangs had grown ridiculously long, almost like a sheep dogs but your family had been waiting. Waiting for you to ask for it to be cut yourself perhaps. There were IVs in your arm and a monitor tracked the steady beat of your heart while you stayed perfectly still. 

“Tell me one thing, Andrews. When this girl wakes up one night while you’re getting crumbs on her blankets, are you going to make up some excuse as to why you’re here? Or are you going to admit that you’ve been coming here every week for the past eleven months?” 

Archie stared at the nurse and then turned back to you, trying to imagine what it would feel like to see you just sit up. He said nothing, not knowing how to answer without regretting his words. He knew that he’d tell you how he felt, how much he missed you. But he didn’t know how without sounded absolutely crazy. 

He pulled the chair in the corner to be against your bed and pulled his laptop out of his backpack, setting it up by your legs. It was Sleeping Beauty week, and in true sadistic fashion Archie didn’t bother skipping it. He didn’t mind anyways, it wasn’t really about watching the movies. It was about warming your fingers with his hand holding them tight and having one sided arguments on what villains were the worst. 

He could never fully stomach it but he’d get through most of the ice cream and even the twizzlers after poking you with them for half an hour. He swore your nose would twitch after he’d done it enough. Usually he’d fall asleep with your hand still in his and his head resting on the bed beside your arm. And the nurses never bothered him because they only dreamt of having someone love them as much as he loved you. 

So he’d stay there until 7am before accepting a protein bar from the doctor that checked on you in the mornings. Then he’d be off, ready to go back home and face his father who may or may not have resorted to praying that you’d just wake up. For the sake of his son at least, because if there was anything that Fred was sure of it was that your accident had put a piece of Archie in a coma with you. 

And the accident wasn’t Archie’s fault, because a seventeen year old boy could not merely control the weather. But the now nineteen year old with cognac coloured hair and reliably warm hands was waiting. Waiting for you to forgive him for not saving you some how. Waiting for you to remind him what his name sounded like on your lips. 

Waiting for you to say you loved him back. 

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A/N: this was supposed to be a short drabble where you woke up in the end... you can blame the Twilight movies soundtrack for this entire thing. also i love writing Archie, who would have guessed? send in requests if you want.

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Last Month’s Blog Highlights

Travel

Tiananmen Square // Things to do in and around Beijing, China.

Language Learning

Why You Should Record Yourself Speaking Your Target Language // Because this is an incredible way to improve across the board.

Last Month’s Goals

Continue filling the gaps in my Mandarin vocabulary I’ve noticed since Little Linguist’s arrival. // My list of words is slowly building. My WeChat account is constantly buzzing with answers about the words and phrases that I’ve asked friends for help with.

Read one more language related book. // Started one. It’s a grammar book, so there just wasn’t anyway I was going to finish this in a month since I’m actually doing all the exercises.

Keep playing Zelda Ocarina of Time in Mandarin Chinese. // Yup.

Get ahead reading my language reading challenge books. // I started working on my reading for this, but I wouldn’t say I’m ahead.

Keep working through my YouTube Queue.  // Slow and steady.

Start reading my other Pooh Bear book in Chinese // I’m on Chapter 4!

Find a new resource for Spanish. // I found one and now I just have to order it. The holidays have got me like *wait… where did the month go*.

Have something I’m reading that’s in French or Spanish. // Yes and yes. But I can’t tell until I start sharing the Language Reading Challenge posts.

This Month’s Goals

Continue filling the gaps in my Mandarin vocabulary I’ve noticed since Little Linguist’s arrival. // As long as I’m still speaking to Little Linguist in Chinese, this one is here to stay.

Read one more language related book. // Get through at least six chapters of my grammar book that I started.

Keep playing Zelda Ocarina of Time in Mandarin Chinese. // It’s all about making language a part of my day-to-day life.

Get ahead reading my language reading challenge books. // I’ve been reading too many other things that were on my Want to Read list. It’s time to focus, now.

Keep working through my YouTube Queue.  // Because there are just so many language lessons in there I need to do!

Keep reading my other Pooh Bear book in Chinese // Since I did four chapters last month, my goal is to do another four chapters this month.

Actually order that new resource for Spanish. // Maybe I’ll have an Amazon gift card I can use from Christmas.

Have something I’m reading that’s in French or Spanish. // There’s this science fiction book I’ve been reading in French and I decided I don’t like it, so I need to stop trudging through it and either hurry up and finish it so I can read something I like better or just stop reading it and read something different.

Resources I Used This Month

A quick recap on the materials I am using.

What I Am Using to Learn Chinese

iTalki Lessons – I have weekly Chinese lessons

Pimsleur (I bought IV and V for Black Friday!)

Memrise

ChineseClass101

Melnyk’s

Antosch & Lin email newsletters

FluentU – I watch anywhere from 3-6 videos per day and then work on the “Learning” section for each of the videos

Pooh Bear and Baby Bear

DramaFever

Chinese version of the Nintendo 64

What I’m Using to Brush Up/Improve My French:

Immersion (we speak franglais at home)

Reading books written by French authors

Listening to French radio/podcasts

Chatting with family

Watching movies and other video in French

What I am Using to Learn Russian:

Perfectionnement Russe

RussianPod101

iTalki Lessons

The penmanship practice books from Russian Step-by-Step (a lot of you have been asking me about these)

Memrise

Pimsleur

What I am Using to Learn Korean:

Memrise

Assimil’s Korean Phrasebook

Pimsleur

Practical Korean from Tuttle Publishing

Making Out in Korean

What I am Using to Learn Spanish:

Language Hacking Spanish by Benny Lewis

Lingoda (use code FM2J6Y )

Coffee Break Spanish

The Biggest Lesson I Am Taking Away from This Month

I just really love languages. I love everything about them – the learning process, speaking them, meeting new people. Sometimes it’s just good to soak that in and appreciate that love so that it doesn’t burn out. I’m finding the more that I invest into my language learning, the more rewarding it is and the more I love doing it. Even the dreaded grammar exercises. And even if I’m not a professional translator or interpreter, sometimes it’s nice to just spend time working on things that make you happy BECAUSE they make you happy.

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