HERE-FOR-YOU-CATHERINE

Lady Catherine: You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand the reason of my journey hither. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I come.

Elizabeth Bennet: Indeed, you are mistaken, Madam. I have not been at all able to account for the honour of seeing you here.

Lady Catherine:

  • [Stuck in their dressing room before a show]
  • Camila: We, we gotta get out of here!
  • Ally: Yeah! Thank you, Catherine obvious!
  • Lauren: What?
  • Ally: I said thank you Catherine obvious.
  • Dinah: Did she say Catherine Obvious?
  • Normani: It’s captain obvious.
  • Ally: Huh?
  • Camila: The expression is “Thank you CAPTAIN obvious”.
  • Ally: It’s not Catherine?
  • Dinah: No…
  • Lauren: Who would Catherine be?
  • Ally: CATHERINE COULD BE A CAPTAIN!
  • [Stuck in their dressing room before a performance]
  • Chloe: We, we gotta get out of here!
  • Fat Amy: Yeah! Thank you, Catherine obvious!
  • Emily: What?
  • Fat Amy: I said thank you Catherine obvious.
  • Flo: Did she say Catherine Obvious?
  • Beca: It’s captain obvious.
  • Fat Amy: Huh?
  • Chloe: The expression is “Thank you CAPTAIN obvious”.
  • Fat Amy: It’s not Catherine?
  • Flo: No…
  • Emily: Who would Catherine be?
  • Fat Amy: CATHERINE COULD BE A CAPTAIN!
Relapse - Part 3

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Swearing, body shaming, anxiety, topics of body size and weight issues. I tried to keep it as vague as possible so not to trigger. 

Summary:  A Girl like her finally ended up with a guy like him.  Everything is perfect now and nothing can stop them except themselves.

A/n: This is the sequel to Girl Like Her (MasterList)  If you have any thoughts, suggestions, or feedback please let me know!

MasterList


It had been a week since Wanda’s birthday party.  Bucky had left three days ago on a mission,  he had immediately sensed your change in attitude, he tried for three days to get you to open up but you wouldn’t budge.  He eventually resigned himself to hoping that you would tell him when he got back.   After telling him you loved him and giving him a kiss, you sent him on his way.

Natasha had tried countless times during the week to get you to talk to her.  You were giving her an icy chill and you weren’t ready to warm up to her just yet.   Four days after Bucky had left Steve knocked on your apartment door.  You hadn’t left nor did you intend to leave your apartment till Bucky had returned.

Opening your door after checking the peephole, you let Steve into your apartment. Steve walked in making himself at home like he always did.  After hanging up his coat he set himself on your couch and patted the seat beside him.   You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.  He much like yourself was a fixer.  He was going to fix what was wrong because he was Captain America, he could fix anything.

After sitting down next to him with your arms crossed you turn to face him.  You had a feeling this was coming.  Steve looked at you with fond smile.   He had got over 10 texts from Bucky to make sure that you were okay and to look after you while he was gone.

Steve tossed you his phone and laughed, “Your boyfriend is very concerned about you.  I am under strict orders from the Sergeant to figure out what’s going on and to cheer you up.  So he still has no idea?”

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hotsam1  asked:

Here's an idea for you. Catherine game AU! Armin is the succubus who sets out to seduce Eren, but he didn't expect to end up falling in love. Not quite the spawn of Satan but still... ^_^

Hm, never saw the game Catherine, but I did hear about it. Interesting concept still. But it’s still funny to joke about how Armin is pure sin rather than treating him like a completely pure, innocent bean that doesn’t know what the word sex is. Let him say fuk

  • [The backline after a mishap during the game]
  • Becky: We, we gotta get out of here!
  • Julie: Yeah! Thank you, Catherine obvious!
  • Kelley: What?
  • Julie: I said thank you Catherine obvious.
  • Kling: Did she say Catherine Obvious?
  • Kelley: It’s captain obvious.
  • Julie: Huh?
  • Becky: The expression is “Thank you CAPTAIN obvious”.
  • Julie: It’s not Catherine?
  • Kelley: No…
  • Kling: Who would Catherine be?
  • Julie: CATHERINE COULD BE A CAPTAIN!
#20 The Fixing Procedure (Harry Styles)

Hello,

This is something new that, I’m starting. I hope you like it.

Please let me know what you think about it. Please. One of the major reasons I write is to improve and make better stories for you people. And, I’m very self-conscious of it. Please tell me how you feel about them!

“Tell me why I’m doing this again?” I asked my mother, who was also my professor.

“I think, it’s a nice opportunity,” she smiled. I hated this smile. She was making me do her charity work and then, get her name down in the newspaper.

“Right,” I rolled my eyes as I explored the small room. I quite liked it, yes. It was small, cozy and this was the best one could find in this building.

“I know you feel like I’m using you or something but, one gets to learn a lot here. Also, it’ll help with your degree,” She said, going around the room and approving everything. “Also, itis good to be kept away from that boyfriend of yours.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I sighed.

“The fact that you claim to use each other for sex is worse,” She said, pinching her eyes.

“I learn from the best, don’t I?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Enough Eliza, I hope this place will give you a new perspective then. One that I wasn’t able to give you,” She said, and I looked away.

We heard a knock on the door and, my mother let the Head Counselor inside, “Hello Eliza, it’s lovely to have you here,”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“I was here to explain to your schedule, yes?” She smiled and handed me a file. I opened it to see a profile there. He had a handsome face. His big eyes and lips right above the sharp jaw, with his hair falling over his shoulders in wavy curls, he was breathtaking.

“Do you let your patients keep long hair?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s only some cases, we don’t,” she smiled. My mother walked out of the room to attend a call, “Well, Eliza, I’m glad to have you here.”

“Thank you, Aunt Catherine,” I said, always being proper for my mother.

“Cathy! What does she teach you?” She laughed and hugged me. “Okay, this is Harry Styles. Read his profile. He’s very special, you’ll see,” She explained.

“Quite beautiful, too,” I smiled, my fingers scanning his picture. “What am I going to do here?”

“I want you to work with him, be with him. He hasn’t had a very good past. You’ll get to know that soon. I think, he needs a friend which the nurses here can’t always be. You’re around his age; you can help him.”

“I’m here to be a friend?” I asked. That’s not going to add to my course in any way.

“You’re in your first year! Yes! He is enough of a case for you. You’ll see,” She smiled.

“Screwed up me is going to fix messed up people,”

“Everybody is screwed up, darling. You just have to look. When your mother asked me to get you to volunteer here, I was looking for a job where you can give your best. You’re good at fixing things, it’s in your nature,” I smiled at that. Somebody believed in me, “This boy needs help. Yes, sending him to a mental hospital was not the right thing but…”

“You always say this is not a mental hospital,” I said.

“Yes, exactly! His mother sent him here when she saw no other solution. After a few months of his rebellious nature to which of course we responded harshly, he just stopped and coiled up in himself. The medicines aren’t working, and I don’t want to increase the dose. Sometimes, a support from another human being makes a lot of difference. Be a friend, get him to eat on time, take his meds, do different things, we’ve opened this place for his therapy. I just don’t want to use harsh measure with him anymore; it’s not helping. I know you, you can be a miracle for him,” She smiled.

“How?”

“He’s like a kid, he’s twenty but, he’s fragile like one. You know when you talked to that little boy when he got rehabilitated?”

“Sam,” I nodded.

“He needed a person to believe in him and, look at him now,” She smiled. I loved working with individuals who had issues. Somewhere I felt if I could fix them, I was fixing myself. Sam was just a little boy who had lost his parents and, was extremely closed off in his foster home. I just helped him recover by being with him and charging his energy into a zone. The kid is winning all symposiums now.

“So, he is like a child?” I asked.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. He’s quite like you but, he’s fragile. His emotional state is quite delicate, read your file. You’ve to be careful with him,” She said, opening the file and showing me his details. “There are a few notes there to help you with therapy. I hope this works. He has a lot of potential, this boy.”

“Are we done?” My mother finally walked in.

“Yes, I was explaining her about the kind of work we do here,” Aunty Cathy stood up at walked to her.

“Yes, she is all yours. If madam is planning to take a sabbatical before she continues with her degree, she better utilize it,” I knew my mother hated the idea of skipping a semester but, I needed it. Too much had happened and I didn’t want to ruin my course because of it.

“Okay Mother, you can go now,” I sighed and went to open my luggage.

“Eliza I…I hope this place helps,” She nodded. I thought I saw a hint of pain in her eyes but, it washed off so quickly that felt, I imagined it.

After setting everything in this place which was the new home for the next months to come, I sat down on my bed reading his file till dinner.

I had almost finished it and made a few notes according to the guide I was given. I knew I had a life in my hands, and I had to be very careful. Mr. Styles has quite a case but, then again everyone does. He’ll be alright soon, hopefully.

I walked down to the cafeteria during dinner. Aunty Cathy was sitting with her staff, and she introduced me to them. I liked a few in an instant but, I knew some were just harsh and cruel. “I like that all patients come down and have food together,” I told her.

“Yes, almost all do. The idea is to give them a normal life too,” She explained.

I took some Pasta, which was on the menu today, against Red Thai Curry and Rice, “I thought hospital food was supposed to be bad and sad,”

“Only this isn’t a hospital,” She laughed.

“I read the file, will I meet him tomorrow?” She nodded.

“We won’t introduce you. We don’t want him to feel that you are here for him. We want him to feel that you choose him. You understand?” I nodded, “So, help around with the things here, and keep him your priority and then, go ahead. We force him to walk out of his room and do some activities so; you’ll be around those at all times. I’ll give you the schedule tomorrow,” I nodded.

“Where is he? I can’t see him at dinner,” I said, looking around.

“Like I said, you’ve to get him to eat three times a day…and fast,” She sighed.

“This costume is incredibly boring,” I sighed as I wished Aunty Cathy good morning.

“It’s a uniform. Wear it!” She laughed.

“Okay, okay, I’m off!” I ran out.

“All the best,” I heard her call out.

I had his schedule on my phone. He was supposed to be in the computer room, right now. I followed the map and walked in, and his nurse nodded and walked away. I had met him yesterday and introduced myself. There he was, sitting in front of the computer; his shoulders slouched as he looked at the screen with a blank face. His hair was tied in a bun, and he wore the plain light blue uniform like all patients. His hand had a tag on it. It was a sensor, they all had it. He was so beautiful; that was all my heart could think. But, his eyes didn’t hold any spark, and he just looked numb. I fiddled around the place sometimes dropping a few things to make him notice me but, he didn’t look away from the screen. I walked around him to see the Google header open with nothing typed in. Where was he in his mind?

“Hey, do you want me to help you with something?” I spoke coming next to his ear and touching my cheek with his over his shoulder. My hand went across his shoulders, and I pulled the keyboard in. I felt him stiffen; he snapped out. This was a reaction I wanted. “Hmm, tell me? Something you’ll like to watch?”

He just stared at me with a confused expression on his face which shifted to being blank again as he looked towards the screen. I noticed the bunch of tattoos he had everywhere. This was what sometimes patients lacked. The human touch; the touch of warmth or of comfort which I could feel he hadn’t had yet.

When he didn’t respond, I sat down on the desk in front of him. His eyes met mine and he just stared. I was breaking rules here, of discipline? One had to be proper; the table was not a place to sit. “Your tattoos are beautiful,” I smiled. “I was planning to get another one here,” I pointed between my fingers, “Maybe you can show me a good place?”

I didn’t get a word out of him or response. He just stared and then blinked a couple of times and shifted his vision to his hands. “Okay then, I’ll see you around?” I smiled and then, walked away.

The next two weeks were spent like this. I was always around him. In his line of sight, doing something or the other, wishing him and then, talking sometimes but, I couldn’t get a response out of him. A few days ago, I heard him screaming. They were trying to feel him forcefully. I heard him sob after they left. This man was becoming my focus and went on searching for him. I tracked his Facebook, information about his life before he was here and so on. I had to get him out of here.

“Good evening,” I smiled as I sat next to him. “You don’t say much, do you?”  I said, after a while. “Do you want to go for a walk?” He didn’t respond.

“Take a walk with her,” His nurse said in a threatening voice. He instantly got up and walked. I stared at the man and wondered what he had done to him. I held his arm as we walked and I took him to him a secluded place where no one could find us.

“Come here, I’ll show you something,” I pulled him. I tried to be jumpy and excited around him, always. There was a little pond here, where a few fishes swam. “Would you like to feed them?” I said, pulling out fish food and holding it out for him.

I found out he had fishes in his house, and he fed them always. He blinked twice and then, sat down next to me. He took the food from my hand fed the fishes. I wanted to do a happy dance, right there.

“Why do you wear jeans while everyone wears the uniform pants?” I sucked a breath in. He spoke! He was talking to me! He had a beautiful voice. Okay, distance Eliza. I knew my response had to be different. I wanted him to feel normal.

“Oh finally!” I lay back on the grass, happily! He stared at me with a blank look on his face. “What? Do you realize the dilemma I was in? One hot guy who is around my age here and he doesn’t even talk to me! I was almost going to give up! I thought I annoyed you or something,” He kept looking at me without giving me any response. I stood up, “I wear them because the uniform ones are too big for me. I have a big chest size, and my butt’s not very big, so size difference. Why are you jealous?” I smiled as I sat down closer to him.

“Wearing the same clothes every day does get a little boring,” He said. Yes! He spoke again! This was such a big deal.

“Hmm, I can get you a few days off?” I said. “Do you have a pair with you?”

“I don’t think they’ll fit me anymore,” he shook his head.

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat,” I laughed. I knew this was serious but, he had to relax. After he didn’t say anything, “We can get you a new pair?” He looked at me and gave me a small smile. I wanted to jump in the air!

“Okay then, it’s time for dinner, we should leave…” I smiled. He got up, and I thought of taking this a bit further. “Harry?” He looked at me. “I was saying, would you like to hang out with me? It’s okay if you don’t! Really! I just don’t like that man commanding you like that,” I shrugged.

“I’d like that, Eliza,” He smiled.

“You know my name!” I smiled big. “Let’s go!”

We walked to the cafeteria, and he stiffened. “I’m just thinking, would you like me to be your nurse?” You’re pushing it, Eliza. “I mean, you don’t seem to like him. Only if I take over, you have to listen to me!” I said.

“Could that happen?” He asked as if he was scared.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Of course, it can.”

“You won’t beat me up?” he asked. She was right, he was fragile as a child.

I held his face is my hands, “No,” I slid my hand through his hair, comforting him. He looked as if he could cry.

“I’ll listen to you, please,” He said and hugged me. I got a bit shocked. I held him as tight as he held me. He was shivering, and I tried calming him and promising him that things will be better now. “I’m sorry,” He said after a while, letting me go.

“You can hug me anytime,” I smiled. “Come, I think, they’ve baked vegetables for dinner. I’m starving,” I pulled his hand.

Harry had a full meal with me as I laughed and talked about some stupid things happening here. I spoke mainly, and he ate. Aunty Cathy was surprised and almost had tears in her eyes. He had done this for the first time after months. “Hey, excuse me, I’ll just be back,” His eyes followed me as he watched me talk to her. For him, she was the head.

“I want full control of him. I told him, I’ll be his nurse, and he’s promised he’ll listen. I’ll ask for help if needed. Is that alright?” I asked her. She nodded, “Also, I might change a few things, break a few rules, could you allow me to do that? He needs to get out of the schedule. I want to take him out. Buy him a pair of jeans, all in time, I know. Slowly, I know…but, I want it.”

“Okay Eliza, I want weekly reports of everything you do, though, I’m taking a chance here,”

“Yes, thank you!” I walked back to Harry and continued eating. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to say something. “What?” I laughed, “I’m your nurse, now!” And, for the first time, I thought I saw a hint of a sparkle in his eyes.

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garrisonabbey: I saw that you were saying you always take requests for gallagher girls and i was wondering do you have stuff planned for abby/townsend for ggshipweek? if not i’d like to request a one-shot please :) (the last thing you wrote for zach/townsend was amazing btw)

anon: Hey I know someone has already asked for a Abby and Townsend thing but I was wondering if you could maybe also do like a Abby and Townsend story with like a little bit of Catherine ( if it’s allowed obviously )

What did I say?  I told you – I told you all that I would do this.  It is seven o’clock on Saturday and half of you are probably already in Sunday but here I am.  Writing up all of my shipweek pieces at once like the piece of trash I am.  Anyways heres this.  I squished these two together.

A Dangerous Woman

The fact is that they’re tired.  The fact is that they’ve been tailing her for weeks now and they can barely stay awake.  The fact is that when they checked into this hotel, they may have missed a lock.  They may have forgotten to close the drapes.  They may have missed something.

Because the fact is, she’s in their hotel room.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Edward Townsend has grown accustomed to the feeling of Abigail Cameron against his chest.  He’s gotten used to the way his arm fits around her body – to how his fingers feel in her hair.  The fact is, he might be in love, and there are worse people to run with than the person you love.

Of course, there are better options as well.

Because when he hears her voice – the voice of a woman just as dangerous, but far more destructive than the one in his arms – he feels a fear he’s never known.  He feels a sense of urgency, not for himself, but rather for the girl he loves.  For the well-being of Abigail Cameron.

All at once, he’s the man.  He’s out from under the blankets – the boyfriend who has to kill the spider.  The husband who has to investigate the noises downstairs.  He’s the caretaker and the provider and the muscle, taking care of the women in his life exactly as he had been taught.  This isn’t about him, this is about protecting Abby.

Except, as it turns out, Abby doesn’t need the help.

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officialcatheronie  asked:

"i proposed to you as a joke but my mom (who’s been wanting me to settle down) thought it was serious and we’re kind of going along with it until we can break it to her gently" do it pls ily

Okay, FAIR WARNING: I am not a writer. I have never written anything like this in my entire life, but you asked nicely and the prompt was so cute I couldn’t help myself but try. Here you go, Catherine. Enjoy this pile of trash :)  

Drop Everything Now   

 Clarke definitely hadn’t meant for this to happen. She thought it would be funny, and it was for about five seconds. But as soon as she looked at her mom’s face, she knew she had made a huge mistake.

                                                        ~

    Clarke was not prepared for how the dinner was going so far. It was going good. When her mom decided that she wanted to get to know Clarke’s friends, she was expecting the most awkward hour and a half of her life, especially because Octavia extended the invitation to her annoying older brother, Bellamy. The weird thing though, they were half an hour in and it wasn’t awkward at all. Her mom joked with Raven, talked science with Monty and Jasper, and somehow found a way to make every single person at the table feel included. By this point, Clarke had let her guard down thinking nothing could go wrong. That was her first mistake.

    Clarke’s whole group of friends knew about her sort of rivalry with the older Blake. They had seen just how intense their arguments could get, but knew in the end that they actually had fun with it. They liked pushing the other’s buttons. So when Bellamy got down on one knee beside the table to pick up the napkin he dropped, Clarke took the chance to pretend he was proposing to her.

“Oh my gosh, Bellamy, I- I wasn’t expecting this!” Clarke shouted as she swiftly stood up from the table, turning towards Bellamy.

“What are you tal-” Bellamy started, but was interrupted by Clarke saying, “Yes, yes, a million times yes!”

    After that, Bellamy caught on to what she was doing and played along, their friends smirking at the scene they were causing. Of course, that’s because they knew none of it was real. Abby on the other hand…

    “Clarke, why didn’t you tell me you were dating Bellamy? This is great! I mean, how long have I been telling you to settle down? You two are going to be so happy together, I can just tell,” Clarke’s mother had the biggest smile on her face that Clarke had seen since Jake had passed away. 

    Clarke felt so guilty. How was she supposed to tell her mom that it had been a joke? That her and Bellamy were probably the exact opposite of ‘in love’? She was going to hell for sure.

    Good thing her and Bellamy had somehow gotten down the non-verbal communication thing, because Clarke managed to get the message across to Bellamy that they couldn’t give up the jig just yet. The look Bellamy gave her next summed up exactly how she was feeling. Nice job, this is going to be a long night.