Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 1,635

A/N: Leave me requests in my DM’s 

Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake


The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

“Your wife is hot” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Here’s for you :), and I thank you very much ^^

Part two

(My masterlist blog here :


The league discovered that Batman made files on all of them. Files in which were their secret identities, the way they could be defeated, and a all lot of personal details. And so they were…pretty mad at him. They felt like he betrayed their trust, while all he wanted to do was to make sure the World was safe. So the bat had to amend himself. He told all of them he was Bruce Wayne. And that’s the story of how a bunch of superheroes invaded your home. 

They first went to see the Batcave, which left you enough time to try and relax. It wasn’t everyday that you met the biggest superheroes of the World. You already encountered Superman, who was in real life Clark Kent, your husband’s best friend. You also were friend with Wonder Woman, having actually quite a lot in common with Diana Price. And your eldest son was friend with The Flash sidekick, Kid Flash, even though you never actually met Barry Allen, you felt like Wally told you enough things about him that you knew you’d probably get along. But the rest…Well, you were just super stressed. 

Of course, you knew all of them, extensively actually. You knew what they liked and didn’t like, their personality…Hum, you might have, MIGHT, read Bruce’s files on them. Curiosity. It was your biggest flaw. 

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anonymous asked:

"Is that my shirt?" <3

“Is that my shirt?”


“I’m pretty sure that’s my shirt.”

Draco looked down. Sure enough, a disgusting muggle shirt covered his chest.


“That’s hilarious. Malfoy, did you really mistake Harry’s clothes for your own?” Weasley grinned, his freckles practically popping out of his cheeks.


“Aw, he just wanted to be close to you, Potter.” Another eighth-year boy said near the lockers. They had all decided to get some Quidditch practice in. Draco somehow got caught up with them all. He was even enjoying himself, too, but obviously, things had gone sour.


“Looks good on you, Malfoy.”

“Harry, wear his shirt. The guys in the common room will get a kick out of it.”

The whole room started laughing and overlapping with jokes at his expense. His fist tightened, but he forced his expression to remain calm. He tried his best to ignore the urge to look at Potter.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on and take the piss then.”

The boys were nearly done, gathering their bags and brooms. One passed by Draco and clapped him on the back.

“Highlight of the day, Malfoy. Keep it up.”

Draco glared at him, but he was already out the door. The rest followed. All except Potter, who stood diligently beside him.

“Problem, Potter?” Draco snapped.

Potter merely laughed. “You know you’re still wearing my shirt, don’t you?”

He blushed, quickly wrenching it off himself. He handed it to Potter, not making eye contact. He mumbled something under his breath before shoving it in Potter’s hands.

“What was that?”

“Sorry,” Draco said a bit louder, clenching his jaw a bit.

Potter remained still for a moment too long, forcing Draco to look at him. “What?” He demanded.

“Did you… Really not know it was my shirt?” Potter looked mildly amused, but mostly curious.



“I… just wasn’t paying attention.” Draco quickly wrapped his fingers around his left wrist, turning away from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my-” He stopped short as Potter reached out and held his shirt in front of Draco’s face.

“… I’m not smelling it, Potter. It’s fine, anyways-”

Potter laughed. It twisted something in Draco’s stomach. “No. Wear it.”


“You forgot your long sleeve, yeah? I know you thought the field would be empty.”

“I…” Draco stared at the garment, not sure how to proceed. “…What will you wear?”

“Your shirt.”

Draco flushed. “Excuse me?”

Potter grinned, shoving his shirt at him and quickly switching it for Draco’s. “Fair’s fair.”

“But they’ll-”

“Oh, let them talk.” Potter’s voice was a bit muffled as he shimmied the t-shirt on. “They’re all joking around, anyways. They don’t mean it… Mostly.”

Draco pursed his lips, feeling unsure. But before he could change his mind, Potter was already grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

“Wait, how did you know I thought the field would be empty?” He blurted out.

“Because I thought it would be, too… Well, empty except for one.” Potter turned quickly and winked, walking the rest of the way backward. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving Draco with a loss for words and an incredibly soft shirt. Even if it was dastardly muggle.

Writer’s block again. Btw, Draco sends Harry a note in class that says he’s not giving back the shirt. Harry writes back that he’ll give him all the shirts he wants. And so on and so forth. They’re cute, but they’re so damn dorky.

shallura headcanons (part 2)

part 1 here  

after weeks of platonic bed-sharing, lines start getting blurred: 

-sometimes shiro crawls into bed shirtless after training and showering, and allura gets extra snuggly when he does 

-allura likes to trace his scars when shes fidgety while a half-asleep shiro traces the markings along her arms 

-“hey that tickles" "get used to it shiro. girls like scars, dont you know that?“ "oh yeah? let’s see if you like getting tickled then" and giggly chaos ensues 

-eventually shiro just starts walking around shirtless as they get ready for bed because he knows she’s used to seeing his scars and he likes watching allura blush 

-sometimes shiro will roll over and give allura a groggy "good morning” peck without thinking, but then scrambles into the bathroom after he realizes what he’s done 

-sometimes allura hooks her leg over his hips and deepens the kiss, but one of them always pulls away and escapes before things go any further 

-neither of them ever bring up these occurrences after they happen, they never kiss outside of these incidents, and they both dread the imminent “what are we now” conversation 

-by this time coran and the paladins have all caught them in compromising positions and refuse to believe that they still haven’t had sex 

-keith constantly teases shiro about it and lance jokingly laments losing his shot at the princess

-then one night, when they’re both wide awake and unable to blame the flirting on drowsiness, shiro comes in shirtless from the shower and teases allura about how clothed she is in comparison…so she takes off her shirt too…and things just go from there


Brooklyn Nine Nine meets Parks and Recreation (1/?) 

Andy Samberg as Detective Jake Peralta and Park Ranger Carl Lorthner

thejonderettegirl  asked:

Hi, can please write a Bughead headcanon about them being obliviously cuddly/touchy-feely? Thanks

Here you go, hope you like it!

Headcannon: Jughead can’t keep his hands off Betty whenever he’s sitting next to her, even when they’re with their friends, and Betty can’t stop smiling or blushing every time he does. 

Jughead slid onto the bench of the picnic table, his knee knocking into Betty’s as he settled into the seat next to her. As Betty glanced up to meet his gaze, she bit her bottom lip to hide the same smile that always threatened to creep onto her lips whenever Jughead was around.

“Can we please talk about this ridiculous photography assignment?” Veronica asked from her seat on the other side the table. “It makes less sense than the plot to that movie Kevin made us watch last week about that creepy humanoid duck alien thing.”

Betty’s eyes drifted from her friends sitting at the other end of the table, to the boy sliding his hand onto her knee next to her.

“Hey, Howard the Duck is a classic and should be treated as such,” Kevin defended his movie of choice, pointing a finger at Veronica before reaching forward to grab a hand full of chips from the bag on the table. “Besides, the assignment seems pretty straight forward. Make a collage of the most meaningful experience from your past. Doesn’t really scream complex, pull-your-hair-out-after-six-cups-of-coffee-and-a-bottle-of-Advil, research assignment to me.”

Gently, Betty placed a hand on Jughead’s arm, feeling the fabric of his jacket through her fingers as she focused her attention on the splintering piece of wood on the table.

“Yeah, but every meaningful experience I can think of involves expensive shoes or really fancy cheese and I don’t think Mr. Buckley will appreciate such sophisticated taste,” Veronica pointed out, crossing her legs underneath the table and leaning forward to take a bite of her salad. “What do you think Betty?”

Jughead intertwined his fingers through hers, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand as they locked eyes, completely oblivious to anything else happening in the world around them.

“Hmm?” Betty mumbled, her eyes never breaking Jughead’s gaze. Veronica raised a curious eyebrow at the couple, quickly bending down to find their interlocked hands resting comfortably between them under the table.

“Are you kidding me?” Veronica gasped, turning to Kevin with wide eyes. “They’re totally holding hands under the table again!”

“Busted,” Kevin stood from the table to place a firm hand in the center of the wooden surface. “Drop em’ you two, we had a deal!”

“We tried, V, honestly,” Betty tried to explain, turning to Jughead and shrugging helplessly. “It’s like this gravitational pull that we can’t seem to break. Kind of like Kev and his bad taste in movies.”

“First of all rude, second of all gag,” Kevin scrunched up his nose in disgust as he snatched the bag of potato chips from the table and shoved a handful into his mouth.

“Okay, whatever but can you two please stop caressing each other long enough to listen to me complaining about school and expensive shoes?” Veronica whined, shoving her lunch tray away from her to place her elbows on the surface.

“Do we have a choice?” Jughead muttered. “Because I can think of about 734 other things I could be doing right now that sound like a better option than that.”

“Yeah, well, the one thing you really want to be doing right now is sitting right next to you so…” Kevin mumbled under his breath, tossing a chip into the air and catching it in his mouth.

“Kev!” Betty protested, her cheeks beginning to turn a faint pink color that always gave away her embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, you set that one up for me,” Kevin told her, his lips curling into a devilish smile as he set the bag of chips back onto the table.

“He’s right you know,” Veronica agreed. “You fell right into the trap.”

“I’m going to go get some more chips,” Jughead announced, standing from the picnic table and turning to Betty before walking back to the student lounge. “You want anything Bets?”

“No, I’m good thanks,” Betty smiled up at Jughead, their eyes lingering a second longer than necessary.

Veronica cleared her throat, and the couple turned away from each other to glance uncomfortably at the ground. “Oh no, we’re good too, Jugs, thanks,” Veronica said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him as she watched him walk up the hill.

“You guys are the worst,” Betty informed them, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning forward on the table.

“And you two are adorable,” Kevin swooned.

“Adorably annoying,” Veronica corrected him. “Seriously control the touchy feely stuff while we’re around would you? Otherwise you’re gonna have to find some other friends to ignore every time the two of you are within a few feet of each other.”

“We’re not that bad are we?” Betty wondered, her brows drawing together in concern as she thought back to all the times her friends had caught them with their hands all over each other when they were supposed to be hanging out as a group.

“Trust me, you don’t want her to answer that, B,” Kevin warned her, turning to Veronica who simply to a sip of her water and shrugged.

“I’m really sorry guys,” Betty apologized. “I promise to be a better friend, I’m just…”

“In love?” Kevin finished for her, raising an intrigued eyebrow and crumpling his empty chip bag before tossing it in the trashcan behind him.

“What?” Betty gasped, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of the word ‘love.’ “No, I-”

“It’s okay to admit it, Betty,” Veronica cut her off, her face softening as she placed a gentle hand on Betty’s arm. “That boy can’t keep his eyes off you - or his hands it seems. I mean you’re literally his whole world. He obviously feels the same way.”

“You think?” Betty asked, hoping with everything she had that Veronica was right. “Sometimes I’m not so sure.”

“You should be,” Veronica assured her, grabbing her tray and turning in her seat to toss her empty salad container into the trash. “And you should tell him.”

“Oh, I don’t…” Betty mumbled, fully prepared to tell Veronica that she couldn’t tell him something like that, at least not yet. But after a moment of thinking about how she had been dating Jughead for almost six months and that her heart raced every time she was in the same room as him, she started to think that telling him that she loved him wasn’t so crazy after all. “You really think I should?”

“I do,” Veronica nodded. “And I think you should tell him tonight.”

“Tell who what?” Jughead snuck up behind Betty, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before returning to his spot next to her on the bench.

“Nothing!” Betty said almost too quickly. “It’s nothing - um do you want to walk me home tonight after we finish up at the Blue and Gold? There’s something I kind of wanted to talk to you about.”

“Absolutely,” Jughead told her, leaning forward to brush an eyelash off her cheek and smiling down at her. “Can’t wait.” 

“Yeah,” Betty beamed at him, her heart beating a mile a minute the way it always did when he was this close to her. “Me either.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcannons on hidden talents the tog characters have ?? Like idk singing or dancing or juggling or drawing or making up hilarious limericks on the spot or baking fucking amazing bread or just being really good at frenchbraids ?? I don't really know where I'm going with this I just thought it would be interesting to ask !

I’m including ACOTAR characters too.

Each and every member of the Thirteen is a FANTASTIC singer. On the level of sirens, only everyone is mesmerized by their voices.

Chaol can juggle. He started doing it one say for shits in his office, and found out that he is actually good at it.

Dorian can do the splits. He is actually quite limber.

Cassian quilts. Rhys’s mom taught the boys how to mend their own clothing, but she used to stay up quilting, and Cassian used to help. His brother’s don’t know this. But he can sew a mean quilt. And when Rhys’s mom died, he asked Rhys is he could keep some of her quilts and Rhys let him. He keeps them in a locked trunk in his house. But his favorite one hands on the wall. It’s both a work of art and a memoriam to the only mother he ever knew.

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Fandom: Zelda BoTW

Summary: After Link accidentally injures Sidon in a sparring match, he is so distraught from the mistake that he runs off. When Sidon tries to chase after him and console him, however, he doesn’t fully realize just how ridiculous his injury is.

Author’s notes: ….of course my first contribution to the Zelda fandom ever is fluffy garbage I’m not even sorry. 

Also yes, yes this is the thing I contemplated writing not long ago. It’s not as shippy as I thought it would have turned into knowing me, but this is still pretty damn cute and I am still pretty damn pleased. 

I just. Can’t stop picturing Sidon with a gap-toothed grin. May you never get the image out of your mind either. 

Also, if you’d prefer you can read here on Ao3! Or you can just click the read more button below! 

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Pokemon asks!
  • 1.: Who was your first starter Pokemon?
  • 2.: What was was your first region?
  • 3.: Favorite starter?
  • 4.: Least favorite starter?
  • 5.: Favorite region?
  • 6.: Least favorite region?
  • 7.: Favorite Pokemon?
  • 8.: Least favorite Pokemon?
  • 9.: Favorite type?
  • 10.: Least favorite type?
  • 11.: List your top 6 favorite Pokemon.
  • 12.: What/who got you into Pokemon?
  • 13.: Favorite legendary Pokemon?
  • 14.: The cutest Pokemon, in your opinion.
  • 15.: Do you prefer to use the cute Pokemon or Pokemon that are more useful competitively?
  • 16.: Do you care for shiny Pokemon?
  • 17.: Do you care for the newer generations of Pokemon?
  • 18.: How do you feel about the addition of Steel, Dark, and Fairy typings, as they weren't part of the original 151?
  • 19.: Which evil Pokemon team is your favorite?
  • 20.: Which evil Pokemon team is your least favorite?
  • 21.: Do you use the boy or girl characters?
  • 22.: If you were a gym leader, what would your typing/theme be?
  • 23.: If there was one real life Pokemon waiting for you in your closet right now, what is it and why?
  • 24.: Favorite Pokemon game?
  • 25.: Have you caught them all?
The Truth Will Come

Originally posted by dailydcfilms

Clark Kent x Reader

Request: Reader is part of the Justice League, Reader and Clark have feelings for one another, everyone knows it but themselves. Something happens to Reader on a mission which causes her to tell Clark stuff in front of everyone. The next morning, Reader is in for a surprise.

Word Count: 2163

Y/N was running, the whole league was on a mission and it was going south pretty quickly. Somehow in the first ten minutes everyone had gotten split up, you were meant to stick together but fate had its own plan for everyone. At least everyone had their own comm. So if something really bad happened you had a way to contact one another. This mission was meant to be a quick get in, grab the Intel, and get out. That was changed the instant you were ambushed, which was the main reason why you all got split up. Clark was meant to be by your side but he wasn’t at the moment. It was Y/N’s job to get the Intel, everyone else were to be a distraction so that you could get in and grab it.

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It burns, doesn’t it? [Prologue]

Genre: Mafia!au I Mature I Fluff? Angst…so much angst I Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin  x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7 

SummaryWhy am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

Originally posted by berry852

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 Part 6 |  Part 7  | Part 8  | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |

You heard police and paramedics say it was a hit and run. There were others who were injured in the accident but your father was in the worse condition. 

“Dad…please, you can’t-’

‘I love you, ok? Take care of your aunt for me…tell your brother I’m-’ 

 You sobbed vigorously as police had forcefully pried you away from your father’s now lifeless form.

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Cheshire & Dogs

It took a while for Y/N to save up for the holiday Harry and she were just returning from. Y/N worked extra hours and shifts in order to pay for the two week trip to Egypt. Y/N knew that Harry desperately needed a break and with the gap from his world tour, it was the perfect chance to quickly book it and fly off. Now, that their two weeks of sun and drinking fruity alcoholic beverages all day, they were sad to be on their flight home. Y/N sighed and snuggled her head into Harry’s neck as they sat upright listening to Niall’s new album as it had newly been released. Harry had fallen asleep, but he still nestled back into Y/N despite his sleepy state. Harry and Y/N were flying into Gatwick with the original plan to drive from their to Harry’s London home. But, with Harry’s guilt of not giving Y/N anything but a few lilos on the all-inclusive holiday, he felt as if he owed her something. So, he planned to go up to Anne’s for the week in Cheshire. Rather than all the hassle going from Gatwick to London to Cheshire the next day, he thought that he would drive straight up to Cheshire. But, before he drove the four-hour trip after a five hours flight, he needed a nap. A nap he got. A blanket placed ever so gently over them both and an earphone in one of their ears and hands held together under the warmth of the blanket, he snoozed.

Y/N woke Harry up just as they were about to land and they waited as the many Britons waited to get off the plane. Harry had stood up, much like everyone else. Y/N had followed suit, clearly. He stood close to Harry resting her head on his chest. “Long drive we’ve got ahead,” Harry said with an eye-roll. Y/N nodded. “Least you get to see your Mum at the end of it though.” Y/N smiled knowing that Harry would brighten up knowing that he would be seeing his Mum. “She really needs it after Robin. Gemma and I always try to be there but we both have difficult jobs. Just miss her” The doors had opened and people had begun to shuffle out but not without a ‘thank you’ to the cabin crew and pilots. “I know H, you’ll be fine. I’m excited. I haven’t seen her in years.” Y/N said walking closer to the doors. “Thank you,” You both said in unison as you walked out. “Mum’s excited to see you too. Cares more about her son’s best friend than her son!” Harry laughed walking down corridors towards the UK borders. “Oh come on, we both know that’s not true. You little Momma’s boy” You laughed. Harry and Y/N had always been really really close friends and it never went unnoticed to anyone but themselves that there was chemistry. They always acted a couple but both shut down any allegations that they were a couple.

After getting through the UK borders and collecting their suitcases they made it to the car. They pulled all their cases in the back seat and grabbed the blanket for Y/N. Harry knew she always got cold and kindly offered it to snuggle up with. She snuggled close and smelt just like Harry, she loved it.

Harry pulled into the petrol garage not far from Gatwick grabbing himself a black coffee and Y/N a hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream, just the way she liked it. He also bought a few packets of sweets and few cold drinks for further on. He climbed back in his Range Rover finding his best friend cuddled into his black seats clutching his phone which had the aux cable connected. As Harry had expected: she put on his album. Her favourite album. He started driving along the motorway, content that he had one of his favourite people next to him.

It was when they started reaching the country roads leading to Cheshire at about one in the morning that Y/N woke up. She stretched a little and Harry smiled kindly at her. “Allo sleepyhead,” Harry spoke softly. “Hey” Y/N whispered. “Comfortable?” He asked. He knew she was comfortable because he knew what made her comfortable. The blanket, heat on so it wasn’t cold, sweets, bottle of water for when she had woken up and all her favourite songs on a playlist, that of course was playing. “Yeah, thank you, do you need a break? I can drive for a bit now.” She offered, but Harry shook her head. “I’m okay thank you, it’s a home stretch for us now gorgeous.” He smiled. She nodded. Her hand reached out to his and they held hands. “Thank you for the holiday, petal. I really enjoyed myself. I feel so relaxed.” He smiled giving her hand a squeeze. “More than welcome, H.”

Arriving at Anne’s excited both Harry and Y/N. They couldn’t wait to see Anne. The climbed out the Range Rover and Harry held Y/N’s hand as they walked up the path to Anne’s house. Before they could even ring the doorbell, the door opened. “Hello! Oh look at you both!” Anne rushed out getting both in a big cuddle, she squeezed them both. “Hi Anne” Y/N giggled. “C’mon, come in, let’s have some tea.” Anne smiled, Anne always offered tea and it was one of her favourite things about Anne. Anne and Harry walked in leaving their bags by the door. Harry sat on the sofa comfortable like a lazy boy whilst Y/N helped Anne with the tea. “How are you?” Y/N asked. “I’m getting there my lovely. It’s so nice to be surrounded by my beautiful family and friends.” She smiled. The loss of Robin was hard for everyone who knew him. He had made such an impact on everyone’s lives. “I’m glad, you know I’m always here, even if Harry’s jetting off doing shows across the globe.” Y/N smiled. “Oh bless him, he’s done so well, I’m immensely proud.” She smiled bining the tea bags. “We all are.” Y/N agreed.

Anne and Y/N walked out the kitchen and into the living room. Y/N held hers and Harry’s whilst Anne held her own. Y/N handed Harry his tea and he patted the seat next to him and she sat down snuggling into him under the blanket. Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s head. “So, come on then, tell me all about tour!” Anne smiled. “It’s been great, I love it. The atmosphere is amazing, I cannot believe how many people want to see me!” Harry smiled. “Of course they do!” Anne smiled.

Y/N and Harry climbed up Anne’s stairs sloppily. They were so tired. The both walked into Harry’s old bedroom and Y/N climbed onto her side of the bed. “I’m so tired” She groaned. “We have travelled a bit today I suppose. “Can we watch something on Netflix before we go to bed?” Y/N pleads. Harry looks at Y/N knowing he cannot say no. “Yeah but pick something decent.” He rolls his eyes. “Are you trying to say I have shit taste in Netflix shows?” Y/N asks pretending to be offended. “Maybe, what are you gonna do about it?” Harry teases. Y/N picks up one of the throw pillow and lunges it at Harry. “Oi ye bugger” Harry says acting shocked. He picks it up throwing it back to Y/N. Y/N grabs his hands and pulls him down to the bed and makes him cuddle her by putting his arm around her. “Lay down and watch Netflix yeh goose.” She giggled. Y/N puts on Jack Whitehall: travels with my father. Y/N found it funny but before she knew it, she was dead asleep. It didn’t take long for Harry to look up at his best friend and see her sleeping peacefully. Harry gently removed himself from her embrace and made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. But, that’s where he found his mother. Finishing her cup of tea, she smiled at Harry and asked if he was okay. Of course he was. “You and Y/N, you’re going to get together at some point. You’ll wake up.” Anne smiles knowingly. “Mum, we’re friends.” Harry rolls his eyes grabbing a glass from the cabinet. “You and Camille are friends. You don’t hold her hand, or let her sleep in your bed.” Anne said as her eyes scanned across the day’s newspaper. “Yeah, it’s late and I didn’t have time or effort to make her move, she looked comfy.” Harry excused turning the tap on an filling the glass. “Plus Camille isnt Y/N.” Harry says. Anne hums. “What?” Harry asks after taking a sip of his water. “Nothing, night my lovely boy, it’s so nice to have you home.” She says pressing a kiss to her son’s head. “Love you, Mum” Harry smiles.

The next morning they’re all geared up in thick coats, scarves, hats and wellie boots. A walk in the countryside would do them all some good, so that’s what they’re doing. The walked from Anne’s house to the public footpath which led them to the forest. They walked with Anne’s new dog, Freddy. Harry had bought Freddy for Anne shortly after Robin had passed to give Anne some company considering she’d be alone. Harry and Gemma would try to be there as much as the can but with jobs it was difficult. They walked in a row, Anne holding Freddy. Freddy was full of life and kept Anne on her toes, he was ready to go running. “Fred, stop then!” Anne called to him. He sat down and waited to be let off the lead. Once the clip was unfastened, he was off. Running through the grass without a care in the world, making everyone giggle. “Oh Fred” Anne laughed. Harry looked at Y/N who was watching Fred giggling along. “It!” Harry shouted tapping Y/N. “What?” Y/N said confused. “It!” Harry shouted. He was already running. Y/N sighed and began running after him. Fred started running after Harry, making Harry laugh which was good for Y/N because he began to slow down. Y/N ran fast and jumped on Harry causing him to fall over giggling. Fred came bounding along attacking them both with kisses. “Fred!” Harry laughed pushing him off, but Y/N began to tickle him causing him to laugh more. “Y/N, babe! Stop!” He laughed. Y/N laughed along with him. “Man up!” She giggled. Anne had caught up with them all and began laughing. Y/N finally stopped and helped Harry get up. They all continued their walk along the forest.

Once they’d gotten in the house and cuddles up on the sofa in front of the fire sipping tea and watching Rom-coms, Y/N and Harry had snuggled up together. Anne and wandered into the kitchen to get some biscuits for their tea but Harry took this time to speak up. “Hey, Y/N?” Hary said. Y/N hummed keeping her eyes on the telly and her hands held her cup tightly. “I have a confession.” Harry said warily. “Yeah?” Y/N turned now confused as to what Harry was saying. “I think, I might really like you.” Harry smiled. “Just think?” Y/N teased. “Y/N” He moaned dragging out her name. “Stop teasing me?” He threw his head back. “Only joking. Of course I like you too” Y/N smiled. “Really?” Harry questioned and Y/N nodded. “Of course.” She leant over and pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. Something they had never done before. Harry took Y/N’s mug and placed it on the coffee table. He then leant forward a bit more and pressed another kiss upon her lips. Y/N parted her lips a little allowing Harry to take it slightly deeper. Harry moaned in content. “Date tomorrow?” He says when he takes a breath. “Most definitely” Y/N confirms with a kiss to his lips.

So @leonawriter had this idea, and I wrote a thing

Canon-compliant kind of…. takes place before season two episode twelve.  Through a weird worm-holing accident, they end up in a part of the universe Allura and Coran have never seen before.  They’re too far for Zarkon to find them, trapped in the castle with two members of the Blade of Marmora, and they have plenty of time to get to know each other. 


Most of Keith’s discomfort with the Blade of Marmora had to be residual. Most of it.  At least 90%.  The other ten percent was because he kept catching them staring at him.  

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hit and run
  • I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled

modern criminal au. part 1/3
fandom: inuyasha // inukag
inukag week day 1: protect
words: 1238
summary: “It’s not like I did it because I like you or anything. When this is over, you’re probably dead meat, and I won’t care a fucking bit!”
“You know, I’d maybe believe you if you hadn’t just taken a bullet for me, you jerk!”

Hello hello, I return to the Inuyasha fandom once more. Coincidentally, right in time for Inukag week! Twas fate. Enjoy this little adventure. <3

It wasn’t every day you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. Multiple guns, to be exact. It wasn’t every day, either, to have your car stolen, along with yourself, by an angry, screaming lunatic with a bag full of ramen cup noodles. To have both these things happen in a day was so unlikely that Kagome was ready to sue whoever was in charge of Probability. All she had wanted was to buy some harmless groceries.  

Now here she was, frozen with fear inside her car, while her kidnapper stood in front of the hood with his hands held high. He’d left the car door open, and the smell of gasoline and garbage wafted inside. Not the best part of town. Their persecutors had caught up with them all too quickly, and sadly they had not been the police. Whoever this ramen thief was, he was knee-deep in trouble of the worst kind, and it probably didn’t have to do exclusively with the theft of instant noodles. Then again, who was she to know the workings of criminals? Maybe there was a ramen cup noodle mafia.

But no matter how much Kagome disliked her car-napper, she did not want to see him shot. And, from the looks of it, that was exactly what was going to happen. So Kagome did the only stupid thing she could think of: she jumped out of her car, screamed at an angry mob with guns to please stop and protectively stepped in front of the asshole.

They wouldn’t shoot an innocent woman, right?

Except, she realized a little belatedly, they would. Of course they would.

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Guilty (post HTTYD 2)

@graciekeeper99I had the idea of Astrid being told by someone that it was her fault that Stoick died and Valkas home was destroyed and she starts freaking out and avoiding Hiccup who doesnt blame her at all even after she tells him. Please and thank you

Fair warning, I’ve never done a prompt before. (FFnet version)

(Another part of my “writing when I really should be studying” saga)

Enjoy! :)

Astrid lifted her hand, shielding her eyes from the sun that reflected in the ice still covering a good part of Berk. Two weeks after Drago Bludvist’s attack, a lot had yet to be done. It would take Berk a long time to fix what he and his Bewilderbeast had destroyed. And she didn’t mean only the village.

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