a new day in the old town


Four Years Later

The New Year rolled in unnoticed, seemingly bringing with it an endless downpour of white chilling snow, and a bite to the air that nipped at any exposed flesh with ferocity that kept most citizens wrapped up in layer after layer of warm wool sweaters, and thick cotton scarves. The city was still alive with holiday spirit and cheer, left over Christmas lights hung along the railings of apartment terraces, new year signs in shop windows advertising the last of the holiday deals were just now being torn down to replace with upcoming Valentine’s Day deals and cheesy pink hearts. Even the Christmas tree in the old town park that usually was vandalized every year with toilet paper and inappropriate pictures of Santa, still stood tall and alight for the past month without intention of being taken down. The weather still held on to the last bit of winter, and would right up until summer came in full force. There usually was never a spring. It went from snowing and freezing winds, to stale heat, and blistering sunshine. There was no grey area in the city.

Everlie Harris stood outside of the bustling buildings, letting the neon pink lights shine over her like a misplaced halo, as she sucked in the poison of her second cigarette, indulging the feel of the thick smoke curling around inside her lungs, and at the back of her throat. For a second it was as if the mix between the cold and the smoke got to her, and her lungs forgot how to work. Every part of her body reacted, wanting to revolt against the intruder, to suck in deep for fresh air not contaminated with whatever was in the cigarettes, but Everlie leaned her head back against the ice wall, closing her eyes to drift along with the hazy feeling inside of her mind. When it became too much, she silently drew in a breath to replace the emptiness inside of her; that in itself was almost more painful to her.

The sounds of loud music and people cheering filled her ears melancholically, the same old song playing day in and day out, the same old people, the same old life. Bitterness coated the inside of her mouth as she watched across the way, a drunk girl stagger alongside a man, laughing giddily, and stupidly as he helped her into a taxi. She crushed her dead cigarette under her boot before lighting another one, the tips of her uncovered fingers beginning to go numb. Inside of her coat pocket her phone buzzed graciously against her hip, ignored. It wasn’t until the second time that Everlie fetched it from its storage, and clicked on the first text that appeared on the dimly lit screen. She read over the two sentences with bland distaste, then tossed the old phone back into her pocket. Everlie puffed on the cigarette for a second longer, making smoke rings with the white smoke, when a familiar voice drifted out amongst the other noise.

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away from the sun

soulmate au 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and soft angst
word count: 20.409
warnings: none
author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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tag yourself - pop punk bands edition
  • A Day To Remember: switches between loving and despising their home town at the drop of a hat
  • As It Is: constantly nostalgic. all of the time.
  • Brand New: disappears for a long time without a word, reappears again as if nothing happened.
  • Citizen: would rather die than do literally anything
  • Knuckle Puck: oversensitive, uses too many big words without being 100% sure what they mean
  • Moose Blood: likes Brand New, in love with the same apathetic person
  • Neck Deep: just can't get over this one girl, will actually fucking stab you if you insult their home town
  • New Found Glory: couldn't care less about you
  • Real Friends: chainsmokes like an old lady, bony knees
  • State Champs: the friend that just appeared one day and nobody knows where they actually came from, but they're accepted anyway
  • Taking Back Sunday: still haven't gotten over that feud from 17 years ago
  • The Story So Far: blames a specific person for ruining them
  • The Wonder Years: //really really// loves their friends

What does it mean to lose your land, your language, and your heritage?

For Alaska Natives, these are existential threats.

On a trip to Southeast Alaska, I traveled to one village that is finding new ways to survive: Klukwan, ancestral home of the Tlingit tribe.

Nestled along the banks of the Chilkat River, Klukwan is quiet and tiny, home to about 90 people.

The Haines Highway runs through town, but on the day we visited, you could walk right down the middle of the two-lane road without worry of passing cars.

On a tour of the village, we pass by small homes and trailers: some abandoned, some with rusted old trucks out front, sinking into the soil.

“It’s a struggle,” says tribal president Kimberley Strong. “You see the buildings, some of ‘em are falling down and dilapidated. But we’re working at it. We’re working very hard at trying to keep the village alive.”

By doing that, they’re also trying to preserve the heritage of the Tlingit people, who have lived in Southeast Alaska for thousands of years.

Looking to the future, the tribe has great hopes for the new Jilkaat Kwaan Cultural Heritage Center, a soaring, light-filled space that opened in Klukwan last spring. It’s an $8 million investment in the tribe’s future, funded through grants, as well as state and federal money.

A Native Village In Alaska Where The Past Is Key To The Future

Photos: Elissa Nadworny/NPR


The Time Capsule Challenge

I want to start a new tradition/challenge with “Animal Crossing: New Leaf”: a time capsule challenge. 

Mitzi asked me to go find her time capsule last night, and it occurred to me that I have been missing some great time capsule opportunities for myself. 

That’s what I encourage you all to do now, too! 

The rules are easy to follow, and you can do this however you’d like. There’s more than one way to recreate the memories. 

  1. Find an item that brings back memories or that you cherish a lot. 
  2. Wrap the gift in wrapping paper. 
  3. Go to a remote place in town - that also won’t be disrupted by possible villagers moving in (like the beach), or maybe even the island instead - and bury the wrapped gift. 
  4. Write your future self a letter with either a kind message, an inspirational quote, or really whatever you’d like. 
  5. Ask Pelly or Phyllis to set it for a specific date in the future. 
  6. Add that date to your calendar app, daily planner or wherever you keep your future events visible. 
  7. When it’s time to find your capsule and open your letter, post pictures about it! (I feel like using the tag “ac time capsule challenge” in your post would be awesome.)

There isn’t a “right” or “wrong” to the amount of time you give for a capsule, same as there isn’t a right or wrong way to even do this. I set mine for 2 months for this first time capsule. Perhaps you’d rather wait a year? It’s up to you! 

I hope you’ll join this challenge. It could be really fun.

With the reappearance of an old, best friend to my town, it’s brought back a lot of memories. So I’ve written myself a special message, with words of encouragement, and wrapped and buried an item that reminds me of the old days. 

~ I can’t wait to see it again in May. ~

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of june. I recommend that you read these great fics in july, if you haven’t already!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Your Mess Is Mine (176k)**

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

2. If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You) (66k)*

When Harry Styles sets off for Provincetown, MA from his tiny hometown of Kerkhoven, MN, he’s facing an uncertain future. He’s always planned to leave, just…not like this. When he meets a gorgeous cabaret performer on his first night in P-town, little does he know how his life is about to change, or how much he has yet to learn. When they become more than just friends, Louis makes it clear he’s not looking for anything serious, but at least, Harry consoles himself, they’ll always be friends. Over one extraordinary summer, Harry learns to navigate life on his own through a journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening. But when Harry’s past tragically reappears in his life, will his friendship with Louis be able to hold on?

3. Do Not Go Gentle (70k)*

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn’t expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

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anonymous asked:

The 2nd idea is: mc's co-worker, old friend, neighbour starts to spend too much time with mc. There is a very good reason for this, meeting are very innocent and ofc mc isn't cheating, but RFA+V+Saeran starts to feel jealous. Thank you again:)

We decided to go with the second idea! Thanks for sending them in^_^


  • You wanted to run a marathon in the next month
  • But Zen’s schedule was packed and you didn’t want to bother him
  • It came up in a casual conversation with your neighbor
  • Turns out he was running too, so you decided to be partners
  • You’re really open with it and tell him you’re going to the park to train
  • Zen was chill about it, knowing you have a girl squad you usually work out with
  • Then he comes home from work early one day and decides he’ll just meet you there and join you
  • He sees you running with your neighbor
  • You stop suddenly trying to catch your breath
  • Your neighbor pats you on the back and says encouraging words
  • Zen tenses
  • Why is some dude touching his bae’s back?
  • Walks up to you guys and asks what’s going on
  • When you explain that you’re both training for the marathon, he gives you the puppy eyes
  • “You’re training with someone other than me.”
  • You explain that he was busy and you didn’t want to bother him
  • Suddenly declares his schedule is now clear and his trainer wants him to jog more
  • New training buddy
  • Thankfully, your neighbor has been living next to Zen long enough, he’s not offended in the least


  • There was one particularly fickle party guest
  • He wanted to meet with you and discuss details several times throughout the week
  • These meetings go longer than you want them to
  • Whenever Yoosung tries to make plans, you always have to cancel because of meeting or because of exhaustion
  • One of these meetings happened to be at a coffee shop
  • Yoosung had stopped in between classes and saw you with the client
  • When he sees how tired you are, he grabs his own coffee and slips into the booth next to you
  • The client is taken aback but Yoosung just smiles and introduces himself as an RFA member
  • “I’m her assistant. You can email me from now on, okay?”
  • His voice is really taut, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it
  • When you guys are alone, he gets super pouty
  • “Why didn’t you tell me he was so young? He was practically flirting with you!”
  • “Yoosung…he just asked me for a pen.”
  • You ask if he wants a kiss for assurance
  • He doesn’t disagree


  • You had a busy week, so it was inevitable when you mixed orders
  • You went to apologize to the customer and realized it was an old friend
  • She was in a rush, so she asked if you wanted to catch up later
  • She had a really busy schedule and was only in town for a week
  • So, you tried to meet for an hour or so every day
  • Jaehee knows about it…and she hates to admit that she’s getting best friend jealous
  • But, she doesn’t want to bother you by admitting it
  • She gets really quiet that week
  • You knew something was up when she doesn’t ask about your meetings
  • Normally, she always asks about your day and what happened
  • When you two finally talk, you reassure her that she’s definitely your best friend
  • Although you do feel badly about brushing her off a little that week
  • You make up for it and plan a whole weekend to do things Jaehee likes


  • You ran into your old boss while running errands
  • He was opening a new business in the town and gave you an offer to work for him again
  • You weren’t averse to it, since he was a good boss and asked to discuss it more
  • He’s fine with it at first
  • But then you cancel dinner with him for a third night in a row because your boss is still trying to iron out things
  • Jumin decides to plan a dinner with clients as well so he can finish extra work
  • He didn’t realize he reserved a table at the same restaurant
  • As you’re leaving, he runs into you and your boss
  • He’s very professional and smiling
  • But you can’t help but notice he’s holding you closer
  • His hand is constantly on your back or around your shoulder as he talks to your boss
  • At home, you ask him if got a bit jealous
  • “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about….“


  • Your old college buddy recently moved into town
  • He’d been busy trying to settle into town and find furniture
  • So you offered to catsit for him
  • You told Seven about it, but he missed the “college buddy” part and thought you were cat-sitting for some old man
  • One day, he’s taking a drive around to clear his head
  • He passes by and it looks like you’re hugging some dude
  • You were really only handing the cat over to your friend, but it looked weird at an angle
  • He parks the car quickly and rushes over to you
  • Greets you guys and you introduce him to your friend
  • Suddenly, he swings an arm around your shoulder
  • You notice his comments becoming increasingly passive aggressive
  • You deter him and excuse you both
  • You attempt to tease him once you get in the car
  • “Seven, were you jealous?”
  • “Yeah, I was. That was a good looking cat. You might like it more than me.”


  • You were taking a relaxing walk in the park when a dog comes up to you
  • You figured it was lost and tried looking for the owner
  • Finally someone jogged over to you to claim it…turns out it was your high school buddy
  • He was running a dog shelter and one of them got loose when he was walking them
  • You’d been looking for a place to volunteer on weekends, so you ask if you can stop by
  • When you first tell Saeran, he’s like whatever
  • Doggos are cute
  • One day, you left your keys behind
  • He decides just to bring it to you instead of calling
  • When he gets there, he sees the guy is really friendly with you
  • He cuts through your conversation and abruptly hands you your keys
  • You thank him…but he doesn’t move
  • He just stands there for awhile, and then points out some cute dogs
  • Your friend asks if he wants to volunteer too
  • He looks your buddy right in the eye
  • “I might,” he deadpans
  • Your friend is scared but you can’t stop laughing


  • You were put on a new project at work which required overtime
  • Your co-worker said it would be faster if you partnered up
  • You agree, but you really didn’t like your coworker that much
  • You have to work late hours a lot
  • Your coworker was friendlier than you would like
  • And very lazy
  • Your building was closing so you suggest to move your work to a small cafe downtown
  • Your coworker agreed…not knowing it was right next to V’s studio
  • After a few more unwanted comments, you send V a text and ask him to stop by
  • He’s there in a flash
  • He stops by your table and introduces himself to your coworker
  • He turns to you, “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. There’s been a family emergency. I need to take you away. I’m sure your coworker is more than capable enough to finish all this off, right?”
  • You play along and escape there as quickly as possible
  • “So…about that family emergency…does take-out sound good?” 

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Archie Andrews Soulmate!AU


Request: aa can you do a soulmate au with archie wherein all you see is black and white until you touch your soulmate? like he bumps into you in the hallway or something and color just blooms before your eyes?? i dunno of that makes sense or not but your writing it great!! <3

Summary: (a Soulmate!AU) [In a black and white world where you find your soulmate when you touch for the first time. After your skin touches theirs, the two people can see each other in color, later on expanding into seeing the whole world in color.] Y/n has just moved to Riverdale and is starting her first day at Riverdale High. Will today be the day where she’ll find the one she’s been looking for?

Word Count: 1804

a/n: First of all lmao the summary I just wrote for this was so cheesy I apologize. I had fun writing this so I hope you have fun reading it but if not sorry I suck. I’m posting it without editing it so if you see any mistakes I promise I’ll fix them tomorrow I’m just currently being lazy. Don’t forget to request!


You heard it happened to another girl from your old school last week. She’d been visiting family in another town when it happened. You heard it happened like some sort of rom-com. Apparently, she’d dropped her wallet and he’d tapped on her shoulder to return it to her. She turned and saw him, like actually saw him, in color. You’d heard it a billion times. When you touch the right person for the first time, you finally start to see in color. At first, it’s just them you see in color, everything else stays black and white, but after a while you can see everything. Something in you goes right with something in them and the rest is history.

It was hard to even conceptualize. You’d lived your whole life seeing black and white, what did it even mean to see in color. They compared it to The Wizard of Oz, like seeing in Technicolor. Before you touch them is like Dorothy in Kansas, but after was like when she went over the rainbow to Munchkinland. People who could see it had tried to explain it to you many times before, but they always ended up saying it was impossible to explain to someone who couldn’t see it; you’d see one day. But what if you didn’t? There were people who lived their whole lives and dies still seeing black and white. Maybe you would be one of those people.

You felt stupid even thinking about it. You were only in high school after all. There were people who didn’t see their person until they were 30, people who didn’t see their person until they were 60! Why were you so anxious?

You knew you didn’t need another person to survive or anything, you could take care of yourself. It’s just the thought of spending your whole life by yourself sounded pretty unappetizing. Even though so many people hadn’t found their person yet you couldn’t help the feeling like you were late. You knew a couple that had seen each other since second grade. You were patient, but you just wanted to know what you were missing.

Your first day at a new school. You’d moved into your new house in Riverdale a couple days ago, and it seemed like a nice town. All the people you’d met seemed welcoming enough and your room was bigger than in your old house. You hadn’t moved here to find your person or anything, your mom’s job had a great opportunity here for her, but you thought maybe this would be that place where it would happen. You didn’t want to get your hopes up… but what if?

You pulled up into a spot on the far side of the parking lot at Riverdale High. You took a deep breath before ripping the band-aid off and opening the car door, making you way toward the entrance. Various other students were laughing and talking with their friends. To say you were nervous would be to say that Mount Everest was a bit of a hike: a huge understatement. It was the first day back from summer, but you’d never been the new kid before. You didn’t know a soul.

You’d been to the office once before over the weekend to register for classes so you found your way there relatively easily once you got inside. You walked into the bustling office and tried to avoid getting hit by a receptionist who at that speed could have easily passed for a linebacker. You hesitantly approached a woman behind a desk who looked busy, but at least noticeably less busy than everyone else. She was typing up something with a level of ferocity that had to be breaking some sort of record. You waited uncomfortably for her to finish what she was doing and notice you standing in front of her. Was she going to finish?

After half a minute and a few final loud smacks on her keyboard, she pushed up her glasses and looked up at you with a weary but genuine smile. “Can I help you with something, honey?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said fumbling through the front pocket of your backpack for the right paper. “Here it is.” You slid the paper to her with your name and information they had given you when you’d registered. “I’m new.”

Her eyes scanned the paper and she turned to grab something from behind the desk. She turned back to you and passed a piece of paper to you. “So, this is your schedule. The school is a bit of a maze so let me see if I can find someone…” She looked around the office and her eyes landed on someone. “Aha!” You followed her line of sight and saw a boy with his arms full of books walking toward the door. You strained your neck to see his face but he was turned away.  “Mr. Andrews?!” The boy stopped in his tracks and swiveled around in search for the source of his name. Whoa. The receptionist waved him over and he made his way over to you.

You had tried your whole life not to think about the boys you met too much so you wouldn’t get too attached to them only for them to see someone else. But boy, oh boy, he was kind of a babe.

“Mr. Andrews, she doesn’t know her way around the school yet; Could you show her to her to her first class?”

He glanced quickly at you then back to the receptionist, “Oh, yeah. No problem!”

You smiled graciously at the receptionist and she turned back to her work.

“So we’re going to…” He looked over the schedule and mumbled to himself. “Ah, cool.” He looked up at you and smiled. “That’s not far at all.” You could feel your heart flutter. He started walking down the hall way and you stayed by his side, a couple inches away. “I would shake your hand but I don’t really have a free one at the moment,” he said nodding down to the comically large pile of books he was carrying. “I’m not trying to be rude, I promise.”

“No, don’t even worry about it.” You replied. Secretly though, you were kind of upset you couldn’t shake his hand. You wanted to touch him for a second, just to rule him out as your person. Now you were going to be thinking about him all day.

“So, are you a freshman? Or just new?” he asked while maneuvering through the populated hallway.

“Just new. My mom got a promotion so we moved to Riverdale last week. I’m actually a sophomore.” You explained. You had a feeling you would have to be telling this story pretty frequently in the near future.

“Oh, hey, cool! I’m a sophomore too! Maybe we’ll have classed together and stuff.” He said with a hint of excitement. You didn’t even know why you were getting your hopes up. For all you know he had already seen his person.

“I hope so. So far you’re the only person I’ve met at this school. It would be nice to have a familiar face in a class or two.” You tried to keep the sound of desperation in your voice to a minimum.

He stopped in front of a classroom on the right side of the hallway, “Well, here we are.”

You didn’t want to leave yet, but you knew you had to. “Thank you so much for helping me out, by the way.

He smiled and turned to face you, backing away in the opposite direction “Yeah, maybe I’ll see you around later?” It only hit you then that you didn’t know his first name. And he didn’t know your name either. You opened your mouth to speak, some guy rammed into him, knocking down all his books and making him fall right onto you.

The guy looked at the pile up he’d caused, “Oh, sorry dude,” and walked away.

“I’m so sorry,” he said lifting himself off you and turning to pick up his books without looking at you.

You looked down at your backpack and fixed everything that was misplaced. “It wasn’t your fault,” you comforted without looking up. “It was that stupid guy, he came out of nowhere.”

It was then that you looked up at him, and it happened. You could see him. You, quite literally, could not believe your eyes. You could see the way he really looked, with all the colors that belonged to him. He looked even more beautiful that you had thought. His hair was bright – you didn’t know what everyone else’s hair looked like, or what color to call his, but you knew it was special. You could see the blush in his cheeks as he fumbled with his books, you hadn’t known what blushing really looked like. You could see him, and for now, only him.

He still hadn’t looked up from the books. An overwhelming feeling of fear washed over you. What if he didn’t see you in color back? That happened sometimes. What if it happened to you? You looked at him and you wanted to say something, to ask him, but nothing could come out.

“Hey,” he said, “I just realized that I never got to ask you–” He glanced up and you and back down before he knew what he had seen. He froze, calculating in his head. He slowly turned his head up to face you. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and for a while, you just looked back.

You broke the silence, “Can, can you see me? In color?”

He nodded his head yes but remained silent. You could see his eyes scanning all over you, looking like it was the first time he had his eyes, because it kind of was.

With wide eyes he darted his to yours, realizing, “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” you laughed lightly.

“Well can you? Please?” He laughed back.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he said more to himself than to you, like he was feeling how it felt on him. “I’m Archie.”

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you Archie.”

“So… we’re…?”

“I guess so,” You were in as much shock as he was. This was definitely not how you had expected your first day at Riverdale High to start, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Do you want to get out of here? We can talk and stuff,” he asked standing up.

“There is nothing more I want in the world.” You reached out your hand and he pulled you up. You walked right out the school and onto the street abandoning all the papers and books. You had more important things to do. You were finally seeing in Technicolor.

Ultimate Santa Fe
Dan Deluca

Santa Fe (Musical Prologue)+Santa Fe (Movie Version)+ Santa Fe(Musical Version)+ a transition lyric by  Harvey Fierstein (I think that’s who Dan said) preformed at the 2015 PMT Gala.

Lyrics: Block quote is prologue, strike through is the transition, italicized is the movie, regular type is both & bold is the musical

They say folks is dyin’ to get here.
Me, I’m dyin’ to get away,
to a little town out west
that’s spankin’ new.
And while I ain’t never been there,
I can see it clear as day

And it’s like I’m on my way there when I do

When I dream on my own

I’m alone but I ain’t lonely

For a dreamer nights the only time of day

When the city’s finally sleeping And the moon looks old and grey

And I’m on the train that’s bound for Santa Fe

And I’m free like the wind

Like I’m gonna live forever

It’s a feeling time can never take away

All I need’s a few more dollars

And I’m outta here to stay

Dreams comes true, yea they do

In Santa Fe

Where does it say you gotta live and die here

Where does it say a guy can’t catch a break

Why should you only take what your given

Why should you spend your whole life livin’

Trapped where there ain’t no future even at 17

Breaking your back for someone else’s sake

If the life don’t seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene

Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between

Santa Fe, my old friend.
I can’t spend my whole life dreaming.
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do.
I ain’t getting any younger.
And I wanna start brand new.
I need space.
not just air

Let ‘em laugh in my face. I don’t care.
Save my place. I’ll be there.

Just be real is all I’m asking.
Not some painting in my head.
Cause I’m dead if I can’t count on you today.
I got nothing if I ain’t got Santa Fe.

I Will Take Care of You

|||Anon asked: Can i request a xiumin exo wolf mate au?? Like a cute and fluffy one maybe?|||

Kim Minseok (Xiumin) x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Word count: 976

Originally posted by drawien

You just moved but already didn’t like this place. Your father was a novelist and so you had to move whenever he finished his book as there was no more inspiration after that. He wanted to work somewhere quiet and calm and because of that each new place was more secluded than the last one. This time it was a town of 4000 residents. It was a cloudy day as you made your way to yet another new school. Due to your constant moving you gave up on making new friends so didn’t expect much out of this day. The first thing you had to do today was find the library. The smaller the town the less people will be there and so you can be alone and spend some time with yourself without anybody bothering you. You loved reading and you could thank your father for that. You took an old looking book from one of the shelves. Surprisingly it was a book about this town. Might as well get to know where you’re going to be living for the next year or so. You weren’t even 30 minutes in when you heard footsteps.

“Hello gorgeous” a man said and before you could react took your hand pecked it.


“Haven’t seen you before, you’re new?”

“Actually yes I’m” you said quickly taking your hand out of his. “And who might you be? I’m not used to people just coming up out of nowhere and trying to start a conversation.”

“Why not? I saw you through the window and you looked incredibly cute, so I couldn’t resist talking to you.” he said smiling and you could feel how your cheeks started to burn.

“What’s up with him, he’s totally weird.” you thought but in reality you found him very handsome. He had dark purple and black hair and was wearing a white shirt with leather jacket on. You followed your gaze up to his face and unexpectedly made eye contact with him so you had to quickly avert your eyes to which he smiled. Great. You don’t even know him and he’s not even doing anything but he’s already making you blush.

“Name’s is Minseok by the way.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Already but I just got here.” he pouted but you were already standing up and turning around to leave.

“Hey!” he shouted after you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“I might, why?”

“Oh nothing.” he said and you noticed how the pout was turning into a smile again. “I just thought I should look after you.”

You didn’t expect him to say that so you quickly turned around and headed out of the building. You were all red from his words and couldn’t let him see you like this. But you also couldn’t stop thinking about him on your way home.

“I’m back.” you said.

“Oh, welcome home” your father replied. “Sweety, could you do something for me? I just got this wonderful idea for a story but really need some photos for reference.”

“Now? It’s getting dark.”

“Please, I know you love doing this, help out your old man” your father said handing you the camera.

“Fine.” you said putting your more comfortable boots on. “I won’t take long.”

Your father was right, even though you didn’t live moving from one place to the other, the only thing you enjoyed about it was the nature. The forest started just across the street. You wondered what kind of story your father came up with now. As you were thinking and taking photos you didn’t even notice how now you were somewhere in the middle of the forest.

“Okay.” you thought. “Don’t panic. You can find your way back.”

With that you hear a branch snap and quickly turned in the direction of the sound. No way. There was a grey wolf there. How come? You never knew there were wolves in this area. The animal didn’t look happy. Were you in his territory? You tried remembering what to do in situations like this. Do you keep eye contact? Do you pretend that you’re dead? The wolf started approaching you growling, you took a few steps back when you hit a tree.

“That’s it.” you thought. “This is how I die.”

When suddenly out of nowhere another wolf appeared. The newcomer started growling at the other and he stopped in his tracks. They stood still just looking at each other for what seemed like ages when the grey one decided to take off. By now your legs gave up on you and you just slumped by the tree. Were you saved just now? But it was not over. Now the newcomer was drawing near you. You couldn’t have a good look at him as it was dusk and his fur was black. The only thing you could see clearly was his golden eyes. The wolf stopped right in front of you and sat down. You were now both staring at each other.

“Is this one friendly?” you thought, not sure if you could pet him. The wolf tilted his head as if inviting and you put your hand on his back. The fur was soft and warm and now you just wanted to hug him. And so you did. You had nothing to lose anyways, so you threw or arms around his neck and snuggled in it. Then the realization of what just happened and that you almost died just now hit you hard and you started crying. Before you knew it you were in someone else’s embrace. You felt strong hand wrap around your waist as a chin was put on top of your head.

“There there.” he said stroking you hair. You looked up and saw Minseok.

“I said I will look after you.”

A/N: I hope this satisfies the lovely anon who requested, I tried making this as fluffy as possible but idk 😃 Anyhow, I would love to write more kpop reactions, scenarios and stuff like that. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female, so if you have any ideas feel free to request!!

Everything Has Changed - Part Two | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by purple-pizzaprincess

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After finally coming face to face with Jughead after six years you don’t get the reception you’d exactly wanted.

Warnings: #angstyjughead

Word Count: 2162

A/N: I am sorry this is so long, omg. I tried to cut it down but I don’t want to rush straight into everything because I know personally I like seeing things progress and stuff, y’know. BUT ANYWAY. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think <3


It felt like time had come to a stand still as you stared across from each other. Six years. That’s how long it had been since you’d laid eyes on each other. By sheer coincidence you’d sat yourself down next to the person you’d been looking forward to seeing for all those years. He was so different yet the more you looked at him, the more you saw that he was still Jughead. He was still that boy that had made your childhood years the best they possibly could be. All you wanted to do was speak and say something but nothing came to mind. What were you even supposed to say to someone you hadn’t seen in six years? A simple hello definitely wouldn’t suffice. Thankfully for you Jughead was the first to speak up, his voice so quiet you barely caught it.

“You still have it,” he stated, his eyes locked back onto your necklace. Out of habit, your hand went to grip the little crown as you moved your gaze to glance at it too then back up to Jughead.

“Yeah. I… haven’t taken it since the day you gave me it.” Admitting that might have sounded really lame to some people but it meant the world to you. It was the one thing you had left to remind you of him and your past life in Riverdale.

For a moment you were sure you saw the hints of a smile forming on his face. He looked away from the necklace back up to you. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

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anonymous asked:

hello! can you rec me a famous/nonfamous where they interacted over twitter? ive read "thats sounds fake buy okay" and its addictive j want more. help? thank youuu

(I love you anon, you and me should be BFF)

- baby, you’re my only reason : Harry’s famous and Louis’ a big fan. or, “you’re a celebrity and you just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie and said “date me” and you thought i was serious?“ au (6k)

Then We Talk Slow   : A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets. (20k)

- we’re still going, eight in the morning, :Harry washes his hands quickly before grabbing his phone. His screen lights up to 3 notifications.DJTommo is now following you!@DJTommo mentioned you in a tweet!Direct Message from @DJTommo!Harry yelps, throwing his phone to Niall who just barely catches it.Niall looks down at the phone, seeing first the tweet, then the DM. He tosses the phone back to Harry, who nearly drops it. “What are ya doing, mate! Answer him!”Harry thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. This is his chance to actually talk to Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson messaged him directly. He can say anything he wants. He begins typing, his fingers shaky.Niall comes over to stand next to Harry and peers down, looking to see what he wrote. When he does, he lets out a groan….Or, the one where Harry owns a bakery, Louis is a radio DJ, and Niall and Liam roll their eyes at their incessant flirting. (31k, Twitter)

- say you want me : Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them. ~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else. (31k)

- you don’t have to play the part : : or the one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing. (17k)

- Every Story Ever Told Becoming a best-selling author isn’t as difficult as Louis would have guessed. It seems all you need these days is the perfect blend of alcohol induced philosophy, complete disregard for one’s dignity, a live blog about how fucked love is, and a bored publisher interested enough to offer him a deal. (54k, Twitter)

- two feet standing on a principle: The one where they pretend to still be a couple and it’s a disaster until it’s not. (Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.) (10k, Twitter)

- You’ve Got the Face to Play the Role, : Harry is a writer at Sugarscape with a not so secret crush on BBC actor Louis Tomlinson. (5k, Tumblr and Twitter)

- And this old world is a new world   : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k, twitter)

- RootsThere aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.Enter Louis Tomlinson. (43k)

Recommended Reading: Richonne Edition Part Seven

Here’s another quick list of some Richonne fics. Enjoy!
(Part 1  here, part 2  here, part 3 here , part 4 here, part 5 here and part 6)

7 Days  by twriter12   AU. It’s been almost a year since the survivors arrived in Alexandria. In safety and comfort, Rick starts a new life with Michonne. That happiness is threatened when Rick awakes from an injury and doesn’t remember his new life.

The Art of Control  by avintagekiss24   Maggie Greene has always been Michonne’s Achilles heel. Whatever the green eyed beauty wants, Michonne usually gives. So, when Maggie suggests a night out at one of her famous social mixers, Michonne obliges. Unbeknownst to all, a blue eyed stranger will shift her actuality from distinct to obscure. Limits will be tested, desires will be realized, and no one will be left the same.

Bad Thangs by kendrawriter32 Rick and Michonne are putting the pieces back together after the walker herd hit Alexandria hard, and the losses it brought them. With Maggie pregnant and the future for them all to consider, Michonne knows exactly what she wants, and so does Rick. They want each other. And they will have each other. In as many ways, on as many surfaces, in as many positions as they can get each other. The only question is who they’ll hurt, and what plans they’ll derail, in the process. Richonne smut, with a dash of angsty romance, stirred in with some plot. Enjoy!

Before The Reign  TheBaeTide Set Before ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ and long before 'Just Call me Lucifer’, this is the story of how Rick obsessed Rick and flawless Michonne came to be, starting from their first encounter. AU. No Walkers

Contractions of the HeartBy: Richonne4Life    Richonne. Michonne is a surrogate for Rick & Lori; Lori can’t handle reality; Rick is a lovesick fool; Richonne eventually rises.

Epic Love  By: 2violetflower15   Rick and Michonne navigate their way through an unexpected pregnancy. (Set post 6x16, about 4 months after the couch scene.)

Fires  by reciprocityfic   “Because sometimes fires burn to make way for something new…something beautiful.” The evolution of Rick and Michonne’s relationship throughout the course of season seven.

Girls With Brown Eyes  TheBaeTide Rick has been stuck in an undesirable position with his wife for months, and just as it begins to take its tole on him, he finds a reason to try happiness, over torture

The Great Wait by Nattah_Gudgrrl  Judith’s baby monitor spills the beans about Rick’s secret feelings for Michonne…Happiness for all my favorite characters! (because I’m a sap who can’t deal with tragedy very well) Ending with Richonne’s first time. (Because I need more swirl in my life) Kill me.  

Law & Order  by love.devil.movies.baby  It was just a normal day at the office until Michonne looked out the window to see two police officers brawling in the street. Now she feels compelled to help out the handsome cop who’s fighting for custody with his cheating wife and best friend. It should have been a straight forward case, but she and Rick seem to be spending more time together than necessary…Richonne AU

Me & You  By: blacklitchick Rick and Michonne enjoy some down time after the events of the mid-season finale.

Must’ve Been Somethin’ Else, Then  by idcabtthisish  This is a collection of Richonne one-shots.

My Best Friend’s Wedding  by  cakeby_thepound   Michonne and Rick recently ended a seven-year relationship, and now, Glenn and Maggie’s wedding is forcing them back together for the first time since the last time. (Richonne AU.)  

No Rest for the Gifted  by  Nattah_Gudgrrl   One Shot Michonne is insatiable. Can Rick keep up?(uhh… duh)             

Palm Trees  by cakeby_thepound   Rick and Michonne have been friends for years. They’ve seen one another through everything – marriage, divorce, new life, and even death. Now, as they look to leave the past behind, an island getaway with their closest friends may prove to be a second chance at life. And a first chance at romance… if they’re willing to take it. (Richonne AU.)              

Red Dirt Road  by Siancore   AU Richonne. This is focused on teenaged Richonne. Set in rural Georgia where Michonne has been spending her summer vacation visiting with family. Both she and Rick meet one day on Old Route 3 and a surprising friendship blossoms.

 Ride by  cakeby_thepound  “Every April, the county fair would come into town with a setup like this,” Rick fondly recalled, surveying the scene around him. He and Michonne had stumbled onto what was once the campus of a middle school, where a small carnival had been constructed in its parking lot. They were supposed to be on a weapons run, but in reality, it’d turned into a search for anything useful. And if nothing else, schools tended to have plenty of bathroom tissue and cafeteria food. “We would take Carl,” he went on to say. “Make a whole weekend out of it.            

Seven Days  by RickRhymes   "She knew, in her gut, if she started something with Rick, it wasn’t going to end with a one night stand. For either of them.” Richonne short story. Pre-apocalypse AU.

Something New  by dimples33  Ghanaian Princess Michonne Edo Okeke comes to the US to meet her betrothed Prince Desmond Umaze and to further her studies and falls in love with another man. (Rick, Michonne, Lori, Andrea, Maggie, Sasha, Daryl, Shane and others.) AU, No walkers.

Whisper  by  charrrmed  After surviving a herd and an explosion with Rick, Michonne feels alive. Rick, on the other hand, is preoccupied with what could’ve gone wrong. Despite being constrained by an occupied car, Michonne decides to give him some of her optimism. Set in 6x09 Rock in the Road.       

The Old Stockholm Telephone Tower,

Back in the day when the telephone was a fairly new technology, it was not uncommon for towns and cities to be engulfed in a wild mess of telephone lines.  At the time, mankind had not yet learned that it was more efficient to bury telephone lines,  resulting hundreds or thousands of lines stretching across a city. This practice led to an incredible feat of engineering called the Old Stockholm Telephone tower in Stockholm, Sweden.  Constructed in 1887, this 240 foot tall tower was the central hub of 5,500 telephone lines which snaked across Stockholm.  The building dominated the city skyline, and the mass of lines leading to and from the tower made a very surreal and bizarre spectacle indeed.

Around the turn of the century towns and cities began burying their telephone lines.  Stockholm did the same, and by 1913 the tower was made obsolete.  From 1939 on it was used as an advertising board for the phone company.  It was finally demolished in 1958 after being weakened by a fire.


Sydney 2010

do you recall?
we met by the harbour
you had a daffodil in your hair
and I carried an unfinished letter

we were strangers
until your laughter echoed in my bones
defibrillating my soul
from the clutches of emptiness

we were strangers
until my smile fell into your lips
surrounded by night skies
our heartbeats danced

writing traditions into the streets
underneath blankets on winter nights
we traded a daffodil for a letter –
always unfinished – to be written

Brooklyn 2012

never ones to follow rules
we held onto our words and silences
through icy winters
and searing July heat

no longer strangers
silent promises and word filled vows
bound in unseen acceptance
a world of our own

do you recall?
time slowed down for us
no longer a realm of dreams
nor resting on the threads of fate

never ones to follow rules
our locks hidden away upon the bridge
we traded a daffodil for a letter –
always unfinished – to be written

London 2015

the bridge carried tales
of days gone by
none of it mattered
as we wrote our tale

no longer strangers
still writing tales
slowly fading
into old London town

lost in unspoken promises
and spoken vows
I remained
as you left with every season

holding traditions with desperation
as you chased the bright lights
we traded nothingness for a letter
always unfinished – to be written

San Francisco 2017

a new found darkness
spilling ink into waters unknown
waiting as I once had
behind closed doors – alone

once a rapid pulse
slowing to a murmur
drowned out in screams
turmoil of the soul

do you recall?
we promised to start a new chapter here
and break all rules
left unbroken

strangers once more
I wait once more
letter in hand
always unfinished – waiting

A Book Makes All the Difference

Originally posted by lukevanski

Request by @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night.
Okay, how about the reader used to be Gaston’s fiancée and worked at the palace as a maid. Once the curse took over he forgot about her and his whole personality changed. He moves on to Belle because the reader liked books/has a similar personality, subconsciously trying to fill the whole of her. On his way to kill the beast, he hears her calling out for him and he starts to remember. Then she turns into a human and Gaston’s personality/humanity/kindness is restored?

Author’s Note: So I realise that this is a bit late and I apologise. I’ve been really busy with exams and have little time to write. However, I hope you enjoy this one-shot, my first ever Gaston x reader. I may have changed the reader from a maid to a librarian, so I hope you don’t mind too much. And I apologise for any SPaG errors. Hope you all enjoy :)  MASTERLIST

No one had really enjoyed books. You were the only one who truly loved them. The village would laugh at you, discuss you behind your back for your love of reading. That was until, he took an interest in you. Gaston. He would approach you around the village and ask you what you were reading. He genuinely seemed interested in what you had to say, and would laugh when you got so carried away with your book that you’d walk into a wall or person. He was the war hero, that returned to the village two years prior to when he first asked you about Hamlet, the book that was in your hands at the time. You were glad that he didn’t scoff at the idea of you reading and you found it incredibly endearing when he came up to you one day to announce that he had read Hamlet in its entirety. He gushed over how much he loved it and you spent the entire afternoon discussing the play in question. It was on that day that you and he had his first kiss. From then on, your relationship only grew. The dramatic climax, so far, had been when he’d roped in LeFou to help him perform a scene from ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. He’d taken you outside the village, into one of the many meadows. He had prepared a make-shift stage and he and LeFou had performed the scene where Benedict and Beatrice finally confessed their feelings for one another. LeFou played all the extra characters, whilst Gaston played Benedict. He let you play Beatrice as you knew all the words already. You had loved it, and whilst watching LeFou perform a few lines, your heart swelled with pure love for the man playing your Benedict.
What you hadn’t expected was to turn around to see Gaston on one knee, a small gold band in his hands. You didn’t even let him ask the question. You screamed “Yes” at the top of your lungs and dived hugged him, whilst smashing your lips into his. You were to marry the man of your dreams, someone who cared about you and what you loved. You started planning the wedding almost immediately, and to add onto your joy, you managed to get a position at the Prince’s castle. Gaston had recommended you to the head housekeeper, Mrs Potts, the wife of the town potter; he had told her that you loved reading and Mrs Potts suggested that you should become the new librarian. The old one left after the Prince threw a book at his face. You couldn’t believe your luck. You had a job where you were surrounded by more books than you could comprehend and in less than a month you were to be married.
But that day never came. The Prince made sure of that. You were transformed into a bookstand and Gaston forgot all about you. He became the man he would have been if he hadn’t met you. In the castle you remained in the library, hidden from the rest of the staff. Mrs Potts would visit you along with Chip, but you didn’t venture outside the library. You’d already lost the person you loved the most, so you were determined to keep the books that you loved. In the village, Gaston had taken an interest in a girl named Belle. He told himself it was because she was beautiful, but the reality was that he liked her because she was so much like you.
When Belle first arrived in the castle you had had no desire to see her. Whilst the rest of the staff rambled about how she was the one, you now ever the pessimist, remained upstairs in the library, scoffing at their ill placed hope. The Prince was a monster, and no intelligent woman would want him. So you were surprised to hear that she was staying. You thought her foolish but when Mrs Potts explained that it was to save her father, your initial thought on her intelligence was replaced with pride for her. Although you couldn’t help wonder if she was slightly insane to live with the master. Mrs Potts, ever your informant, came up to you the next day to tell you about the wolves. You were shocked that the master had actually shown compassion to save her. What shocked you even more was that Belle decided to stay with him, to heal him. You couldn’t help but be curious about her. You actually decided to leave the library, after the nine years you’d stayed cooped up, to try and meet her for the first time. It turned out you didn’t have to.
One day, about two weeks after Mrs Potts told you about the attack, the Prince and Belle entered the library. You couldn’t help but gasp slightly at the sight of them. The master hadn’t been in the library since the curse was set and for once, he looked happy. Belle was truly her namesake. You had never seen anyone so beautiful. She was clearly in awe of the library as she stopped abruptly as soon as she entered. You watched silently from your corner, whilst the two of them threw mild mockeries at one another. You smiled to yourself. They were perfect for one another, even if they didn’t know it yet. You couldn’t help but feel slightly upset by their love for one another, as it only made you long to be in the arms of Gaston. Still, you were happy for them.
Almost as quickly as he arrived, the master left leaving Belle alone squealing with delight at the library. You could tell that she didn’t even know where to begin, so with courage you didn’t know you possessed, you stepped out from the shadows to introduce yourself.
“Is there something in particular you’d like to read mademoiselle?” You asked.
Belle leaped up in the air and looked around desperately for the source of the voice. Eventually her eyes tested on you as you made your way towards her.
“Sorry if I startled you. My name’s Y/N, the castle librarian.”
She seemed shocked at your introduction and you didn’t know why until she stated,
“You mean, you read?”
“Yes, it’s one of my passions.” You stated matter-of-factly. “It would be most unusual if they hired a librarian who couldn’t read.”
“But… But you’re a woman.” She stated.
“Well yes I once was. Do you have a problem with that mademoiselle?” You asked slightly angered by her response.
“I’ve never met another woman who likes to read.” She stated. You immediately understood why she said what she had.
“Well now you have. And I’d love to show you around.”
She nodded at your proposal and you gladly showed her every nook and cranny of the library. You even showed her a hidden section, where your personal favourites were stored. You found that you enjoyed her company and realized that you wanted to see her more often.
You saw her practically every day after that. She’d come and pick up several books and read them before coming back in the afternoon to discuss them with you. You even helped her find the castle’s copy of Romeo and Juliet just to spite the master. The master would come in every so often to help Belle with picking out books. He’d roll his eyes at you every time she picked out a romance and you only responded with a look. One day he even came into the library, asking for a romance recommendation. You smirked as you have him ‘King Arthur and the Round Table’.
You and Belle found that over time you talked less about books and more about each other. It was then that you discovered the fate of the village. She was discussing Villeneuve, how no one liked that she could read, and you told her that that had always been the case.
“Yes, no one bar my fiancé, liked that I read.” You had said.
“You’re engaged?” She questioned.
“Well if what you say is true, I was engaged, I doubt my fiancé knows that I exist anymore.”
“I’m sure they still remember you somehow. Love can break any curse.” She encouraged, and you only smiled knowing how much that was true. “Tell me about him.” She said eagerly.
“Well, he was a soldier. The town war hero.” You started and you saw Belle visibly frown. You continued anyway.
“He was so sweet with me. He didn’t care that other people thought I was odd. He even started reading with me, so I could discuss books with someone else.” Belle was visibly shocked by the statement. “He’s the one who got me the job here. He knew I loved to read and recommend me to Mrs Potts for this position. He proposed to me about five months before the curse was cast. It was beautiful. He and his best friend performed a scene from my favourite play, and before I knew it he was down on one knee. I love him so much.” You whispered the last line. If you could cry you knew you would’ve. Belle looked at you and gave you a hug as normal as she could manage. You were a book stand after all. She pulled away and looked at you before asking,
“Is your fiancé Gaston?”
You perked up at the sound of his name.
“Yes! Oh do you know him? How is he?” You let out a slew of questions but stopped when you saw Belle’s face.
“I do know him, but the man you described most certainly isn’t the one I know.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. From Belle’s body language you knew instantly what was wrong.
“He doesn’t remember me does he?”
Belle shook her head and looked down at her lap, clearly wanting to tell you something.
“Tell me Belle, I promise I won’t hate you.”
“He….. He has been trying to gain my affection.”
You nodded curtly. You knew you should’ve felt rage but you didn’t.
“It’s okay Belle. He doesn’t know me anymore, I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I know now why he chose me over all the other girls.” She said looking at you. “I’m just like you.”  
You felt pride swell in your chest and you hugged her as best you could. She was your friend, and you couldn’t ever be mad at her.
Life in the castle continued on after the revelation of Gaston. You still loved him, he was cursed after all. One evening, whilst you were busy organizing the desk, after Belle and the Prince had travelled using that cursed book a week prior, (it had upset you to see Belle so sad); Belle came by in a yellow ball gown that you had to admit made you quite jealous. You knew of her dance with the master, and had wished her luck but you were confused as to why she was here, in the library. She rushed to you, and you noticed the mirror gripped in her hand.
“Belle, what are you doing here?”
“I am leaving.” She stated, “My father, he needs me.”
You nodded. “Then I wish you luck my friend.” You told her as you gave her one last hug before she disappeared into the night.
It was a few hours before dawn when Mrs Potts came charging into library in desperate search of you.
“Y/N?” She called out to you. You waddled over to her, concerned.
“What is it Mrs Potts?” You questioned as you approached.
“Invaders!” She simply said. You nodded and followed closely behind her as you left the library for the first time in years.
As you approached the lower levels you could hear the chaos that was occurring down below. Mrs Potts had already sped off to fight so you wandered slowly towards the noises, preparing yourself for war. As you reached the end of one of the castle’s many corridors you noticed a man standing there, his eyes fixed on a mirror the same as Belle’s. You could make out the master’s picture inside it, and you could only assume that he was here to hurt the master, as he had two revolvers and a bow and arrow that were visible. You didn’t want to know what would happen if the master died, but you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. You did the only thing you could think of in the moment. You growled, just like the master used to before Belle came along. You had a lot of practice of mimicking voices as you spent your time in the library acting out various scenes from books. The man instantly turned to where you were. He looked straight past you, down the corridor. As he approached you started to make out his features until it hit you.
“Gaston?” You whispered unintentionally. You smacked yourself internally for your stupidity. Gaston stopped abruptly in the hallway. He had a puzzled expression on his face, wondering why the voice seemed familiar. You saw him struggle to remember and it broke your heart.
“Gaston.” You repeated again and he began walking slowly down the corridor looking for the source of the familiar voice. This was a good sign, he was heading away from the Beast and towards you. You began to shuffle down the corridor, leading him away from the Beast, towards the library. You kept on repeating his name and he became more and more determined to find your body to match your voice.
As you entered the library, you noticed through the windows, Belle on her horse galloping towards the entrance of the castle. You begged her to hurry, unsure of how much longer you could distract Gaston.
Gaston burst into the library a few seconds after you had hidden yourself away.
“Who’s there?” He commanded, nothing but fear in his voice.
“It’s me.” You said aloud, trying not to think about the fact that he didn’t know who you were.
“Who are you?” He bellowed looking for you amongst the shadows.
“It’s me, Y/N.”
He stopped turning abruptly. He recognized your name. He was clearly struggling with himself, fighting about what to do.
“I don’t know you!” He screamed desperately trying to convince himself that what he said was true.
“Yes you do Gaston.” You said as you tried to take a step forward. You couldn’t. Your body was going rigid, the curse finally ending. You saw Gaston desperately trying to search for you. You clung onto your remaining humanity to utter, “Gaston, I love you.” You felt yourself fade away as you stared at him, not hearing him say your name out loud.
The darkness consumed you, for what felt like years. When you opened your eyes you expected to see heaven. You opened your eyes instead to a brown floor. The library’s wooden floor. You looked up slowly to see that you were lying on the ground, hidden behind one of the bookcases. You pushed yourself up with your hands, your human hands. Oh the joy of being human again. You stood slowly, struggling to stay upright after being a book stand for so long. Before you could cheer about your new found humanity, you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You looked through the bookshelf to see Gaston dazed and confused clutching his head.
You slowly made your way around the bookshelf so that you were in his line of sight. He looked at you, and his eyes widened.
“Y/N!” He exclaimed and you both didn’t hesitate before you rushed into each other’s arms, tears rolling down your faces. “You’re alive!” He said whilst he clung to you. You gripped him tightly before looking at him directly in the eyes.
“You’re in big trouble.” You teased before smashing your lips into his. You and he gripped each other desperately as you both melted into the kiss. After deciding that you actually needed to breathe you pulled away, where you just stared lovingly at one another.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry….” He was about to continue but you brought your finger to his lips.
“Shhhh…” You said, “All is forgiven from me. But maybe you should apologise to Belle? Hmm?”
“You know about that?” He said sheepishly.
“Well, friends usually talk about their lives with one another. Me and Belle are no exception.”
He nodded and you both rose from the floor together. You made your way downstairs, towards the foyer, where everyone was gathered. Belle and the Prince were among them. You approached quickly, with Gaston walking slowly behind you. You tapped Belle on the shoulder and she turned to face you.
“Thank you Belle!” You exclaimed as you pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged you back tightly. As you pulled away you said to her, “Someone wishes to apologise to you.” She looked confused but when she saw Gaston approach she instantly understood.
“Belle,” he began, “I am so sorry for everything I ever said to you. For everything I ever did to you. You didn’t deserve it and I hope you can accept my humblest of apologies.”
She smiled, “I forgive you Gaston. I’m glad you make my closest friend so happy, and I apologise for calling you a monster. You were just as cursed as everyone else.” You smiled at her, grateful for her kindness. Gaston turned to you and explained that he had many more apologies to give out. You let him go to find everyone who he had wronged in the past nine years. You knew the list would most likely be extensive. Belle turned to you smiling.
“He’s different to what I knew him to be.”
“Well what can I say,” you said to her jokingly, “I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.”
You both giggled at your remark. You spent the majority of the day, with Belle reuniting with everyone else. LeFou was ecstatic to see you again and he thanked you for being in Gaston’s life, now knowing what he would’ve been like if he hadn’t had met you.
As the day drew to a close, you and Gaston found yourselves alone. He’d apologised to everyone including Maurice, Belle’s father. Maurice was apparently not too impressed by him, but Belle had convinced him that Gaston was a changed man.
“I can’t believe this has happened.” He stated.
“Well it’s not every day that you find your one true love twirling around in a library, a bow in one hand and a mirror in another.” You teased. He picked you up and spun you around.
“For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’d gladly do it again, if it meant you’d laugh at me afterwards.”
You kissed him passionately as you both sat on the steps of the palace. You say there in bliss as you kissed, thinking of the future that you could now finally spend together.
And what a future it was. 

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Random Thing

(No one asked for this. It just popped into my head, and then I had to write it. So here it is!)

What would the Egos wear outside of their signature outfits?

Bim—big pastel sweaters, no glasses, and ridiculous shorts (FLAMINGO SHORTS). He’d just want to be comfortable, but he also has this quirky, adorable style. His hair, however, is always perfect.

Wilford—his pink polka dot pajamas, hands down. He just wanders around in them all day long when he’s not filming a new episode for Warfstache Tonight, and he even has a matching pair of bunny slippers.

Host—flannel and jeans like in his days of being the Author. The way an old pair of jeans fits just right and the wood smoke scent off his old flannel is very comforting. It takes him back to another time.

Dr. Iplier—actually likes to dress nice when he’s not at work in the clinic—which is pretty rare. Slacks and a nice button-up for taking walks and window-shopping just to help him relax.

Silver—cosplays as other heroes all the time. He’ll sneak out to conventions when they’re in town and get lots of compliments that he plays down but secretly really appreciates because he works so hard.

Ed—will walk around in nothing but a bathrobe and freak everyone else out.

Google—owns a lot of really comfy clothes. Ever since his upgrade allows him the ability to change outfits, he’s been obsessed with buying things that are soft and breathable instead of wearing the same stupid t-shirt every day.

Dark—secretly likes wearing just a shirt and sweatpants from time to time, though he hates for anyone else to see him that way. He has an image to uphold, of course. But it’s hard keeping up appearances all the time, especially with Wilford Warfstache causing trouble for him 24/7.

Anti—would definitely steal the flamingo shorts and prance around in them for the sole purpose of teasing Sean.

‘two days tops’ (damon salvatore drabble)

vday is long gone, but me and my drabbles are not! haHA! sorry i’m lame. please keep in mind that delena isn’t/wasn’t thing in this scenario. kai is a friend to the gang. elena isn’t asleep. yada yada yada. pls let me know what you think!!

(remember that none of the gifs are mine!!!)

“All that mushy-gushy stuff makes me wanna vomit!” ft Damon Salvatore

You miss the days when your friends were all single. Or at least kind of single and all lived in the same place. Nowadays, you’d be lucky if you saw Matt every couple of months. Caroline and Stefan were trying hard to incorporate everyone into their holiday plans, but it was their first year as a married couple. Elena was with Bonnie, who’s all the way in New Orleans trying to connect with an old family friend. Jeremy and Tyler and Kai were vacationing on the West Coast and that just left you and Damon in Mystic Falls.

You tried to convince Damon to leave town with you for a few days, but he just rolled his eyes. You two had a very wierd friendship: you two were almost at the point where you’d jump each other’s bones. You were always scared to though because you could never be sure with him. He was still heartbroken and he flirted with anyone who had a vagina or Ric.

Alas, it was Valentine’s Day. Stefan and Caroline went on a small vacation to the Swiss Alps and the others were nowhere to be seen. That left you with nothing to do but go ahead and bug Damon… or seduce him, but you didn’t wanna get your hopes up.

“Daaaamooonnnnn,” you call him out, stretching out his name like you know he hates. “C’mon old man. It’s Valentine’s Day!”

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“What do you want?” Damon steps into the living room: bottle of bourbon in hand, signature black dress shirt left wide open, and his everyday black pants.

“Damon, it’s Valentine’s Day! Let’s go do something like–”

“No, I hate dates.”

“That’s not what I was–”

“And no mushy gushy stuff,” he lets out an exaggerated shiver and takes a swig of his bourbon.

“All that mushy-gushy stuff makes me wanna vomit. Do you not know me at all?” You cross your arms over your chest and Damon eyes immediately land on your chest.

“Well then what the hell did you want to do?” He narrows his eyes at you for a moment before a realization sets in. “Wait a minute… do you want to have sex with me?”

“Damon! Ew, no!” You scrunch up your face and he gives you his sex eyes.

“C’mon, you know you want this!” He smirks and walks over to you, playfully running his hands down his abdomen as you turn away from him. “You know you think about this all the time.”

“Damon, stop that right now!” You turn around to look at him, not realizing how close he is to your face. You falter, taking a step back and nearly tripping. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for you, Damon catches you and pulls you back up pressing your chest against his.

“Careful there. We don’t want you to get hurt before anything actually happens,” he smiles at you as you blow your bangs out of your face.

“And what makes you think that anything will actually happen, huh?” You glare at Damon and he gives you a gentle smile.

“I can smell your arousal from a mile away. Do you really wanna play that game?” You open your mouth to argue with him, but he cuts you off. “Come on, we’re both single. We’re alone. We’ve got a whole week to break all the beds in this place. What do you say?”

“A week? Come on, that’s pushing it,” you roll your eyes and tilt your head up, teasingly brushing your lips against his. “I’d say two days tops.”

Little town
It’s a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say

HELLO! Hello!
Hello! Hello! Hello!

There goes Thomas with his plate, like always
The same old poptarts made by himself
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor primitive town

Good morning, Kev

Good morning, Elder Poptarts.
Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have
Problem is, I’ve, I can’t remember what
Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me

Where you off to?
To hand in this entry to Cunningham, it’s about why pouring milk first is a sin

Sound boring

Look there he goes, that boy is strange, no question
Brash and arrogant, can’t you tell?
Never part of any crowd
‘Cause his head’s up on some cloud
No denying he’s a funny boy that Kev
Hello, good day
How is your family?
Hello, good day
How is your wife?
I need six eggs
That’s too expensive!

There must be more than this primative life!

Ah, If it isn’t my only gospel in town!
So, what’s the moral for this week?

How pouring milk before cereal is bad…
Do the locals even have cereal?
Have you got any new ideas to preach?

I’m afraid not
But you may preach any of the old ones if you want to

Your religion makes our small corner of the world feel big

See ya Kev!

Look there he goes, that boy is so peculiar
I wonder if he’s feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And his nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Kev

Oh, isn’t this so inspiring?
It’s my favourite part because you’ll see
Here’s when Joseph Smith starts preaching
But they won’t believe that in him 'til chapter three!

Now it’s no wonder that his name means Beauty
His looks have got no parallel
But behind that fair facade
I’m afraid he’s rather odd
Very different from the rest of us
he’s nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Kevin!

Look at him, Poptarts
My first ever love,
Price is the most beautiful boy in the village
That’s makes him the best

But he’s so conceited
And you’re so selfless and kind

Before we came to Uganda, I felt like I’ve been missing something
He’s the only boy that ever given me that sense of

Mmm je ne sais quoi?

I don’t know what that means
Right from the moment when I met him, saw her
I said he’s amazing and I fell
Here in town there’s only he
Who is so beautiful and hot
So I’m making plans to woo and marry Price

Other elders:
Look there he goes
Isn’t he dreamy?
Elder Mckinley!
Oh, he’s so cute!
Be still my heart
I’m hardly breathing
He’s such a small, pale, kind and adorable boy!

Villagers and Elders:
Hello, hey there!
Good day, bonjour!
You call this coffee, what lovely flowers
Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I’ll get the knife

Please let me through!

Villagers and Elders:
This bread, those fish, it’s stale, they smell!
Sister’s mistaken Well, maybe so

There must be more than this primative life!

Just watch, I’m going to marry Elder Price!

Villagers and Elders:
Look there he goes the boy is strange, but special
A most peculiar Mormon boy!
It’s a pity and a sin
he doesn’t quite fit in
'Cause he really is a funny guy
A beauty but a funny guy
He really is a funny guy