a rush of queues to the head

Round curve of an R || Richie Tozier

Request: can you do a richie x reader fic where bev catches the reader doodling richies name, and she tells richie & it’s all cute and stuff?

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier, Bill, Eddie and Beverly 


Word count: 460

Warning: nothing 

A/n: she a shorty

Originally posted by beepsrichie

You hadn’t been paying attention to the teacher for the last 5 minutes at least. You  doodled in your notebook, not really putting any thought into it. Just jotting down random words and patterns. You finished the last petal of a blooming flower when your head snapped up at a smartass comment from Richie Tozier. The teacher hushed the laugher from the class and moved on with the lesson, queueing you to return to your drawing.

You subconsciously started on the round curve of a R. You continued writing out a fancy Richie on your page. You smiled at it and ran your thumb over the lead on the page. What a boy Richie Tozier was. The bell rang and you rushed, putting everything in your backpack and running out the door to your next class.

Richie sat at the lunch table with Eddie and Bill when Beverly came up to them with a smirk plastered on her thin lips. “Guess you have a admirer, Tozier.” He gave her a confused look, “what?” “I saw a certain someone writing your name in her textbook.” Eddie coked on his milk, “seriously?! Him.”

Bill and Bev laughed, “seriously. She was totally zoned out.” “who the fuck is it?” She started to laugh again, “now why on earth would I tell you.” Richie squinted through his thick glasses. “This is for calling me Molly Ringwald, trashmouth.” as she spoke the smirk returned to her lips.

“Please I’ll do anything,” Richie then overdramatically dropped out of his seat and kneeled before her, “I’m begging you Beverly, I could die.” he went into his british impersonation. Bev just shook her head as Eddie and Bill laughed. “Please, I’ll do anything.” she shook her head and he resorted to tickling her to find out who was his secret admirer. “Richie stop, I can’t breath- stop!”

Beverly could barely make out between laughs, But that didn’t stop Richie. He needed to know. “Just T-tell him.” Bill laughed. “No- I- (y/n)!” she screeched. “Yeah?” you asked, you had been walking to your seat when Beverly Marsh, the girl who sat next to you in history, yelled your name. Her and Richie whipped around to face you with wide eyes, “Oh, I just-” “Hey babe.”

Your cheeks reddened instantly. “Wha- What.” you looked between the two of them and realize she must have looked at your notebook earlier that day. “Oh- I-” you think of anything to say, Lucky for you Eddie beat you to it. “Seriously? Him?” you gave a weak smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Wanna sit by us?” Richie asked with a smirk. You opened your mouth to say something but when nothing came out you just nodded and took a seat next to Richie.

Truth or Dare - Jughead Jones x Reader (w/ a lil’Bughead)

REQUEST: Hi could you write a jughead x reader where they play never have i ever/ truth or dare and she has to confess her feelings for jughead? hope that makes sense

Hi! I love your writing, and I was wondering if I can make a request. Could you write an imagine where there is kind of a love triangle between Betty, Jughead, and the reader? Thank you!

Betty x Jughead + Jughead x Reader + Jughead x Reader (platonic) + Veronica being bae

Words: 3,014 (not proofread <3)

Warnings: Cheeky bit of swearing :3

“Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)?” Veronica was watching you carefully, wary of you pointedly glaring at your former best friend down the hall. You’d always been close to Betty Cooper, until she started dating your long-term crush, (which she knew about) Jughead Jones. You didn’t blame her, he was a great guy, beautiful and intelligent. She even asked if you were okay with her making a move on him and you had let him slip between your fingers. You had nobody to blame but yourself, but that hadn’t stopped the strain on your relationship.

Veronica was just as disappointed and distraught as you were. She’d been planning to finally let Betty know about her feelings. You’d noticed that fake enthusiasm she adorned when Betty and Jughead walked into Pop’s hand in hand. You would recognise that fake enthusiasm anywhere, as it was constantly reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m fine Ronnie,” You turned back to your locker and slammed it shut, causing some people to turn and give you funny looks. “What?!” You snapped, as you took Ronnie’s hand and dragged her through the crowds of staring students, getting away from any attention. You refused to make eye contact with the happy couple when you passed them. 

You sat in Chemistry, twirling your pencil as you failed to get anywhere with the equations on the worksheet in front of you. The chair beside you screeched as someone pulled it back to sit down. You looked up to see Archie Andrews, staring at you knowingly. He looked like he had something to say, and you weren’t going to be the one to start conversation.

“You look… tense. Like, something is troubling you?” Archie pried, searching your face.

“What are you now, my therapist?” You scoffed, turning your eyes back to your work but you could still feel his eyes on you. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Ronnie told me to remind you that tonight is the annual group sleepover, and if you’re not there, she’ll skin you alive and turn you into a designer handbag,” His tone sounded amused and you couldn’t help but grin.

“She would, wouldn’t she. You can tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel like it,” You were hoping Archie would leave you alone, but he looked even more concerned than before.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were excited about it up until a few weeks ago.”

Yeah well that’s because a few weeks ago, Jughead didn’t have his arm around the perfect girl next door. The girl who was everything you weren’t

You suddenly felt ashamed. That was uncalled for, Betty Cooper wasn’t perfect and she wasn’t the girl next door. She had confided in you about how she hated those words, how nobody knew what was really on the inside. Maybe Jughead was a good match for her, they could really help each other out.

“Earth to (Y/N)?!” Archie waved a hand in front of your face and you turned your head to him sharply. He sighed again.

“Look, please (Y/N)? She won’t just shoot you, she’ll shoot the messenger… and that’s me! You could do with some time off from whatever the hell has got you so moody,” He pleaded. He clasped his hands together in the traditional begging position, and you were almost expecting him to get on his knees.

What you don’t understand is that Ronnie’s sleepover is the closest to my problems that I could get right now.

You shook your head. It would be selfish to bail out on your friends. Putting all of your grudges behind you, you reluctantly agreed, causing Archie to skip back to his seat with joy.

This was going to be a mistake and you knew it.

“I’ll be honest (Y/N), I was worried that you weren’t coming,” Veronica grinned at you as you helped her sort out bowls of snacks. You had came home from school and gone straight to her house, to help her set up. Nobody else would be arriving for another hour or so.

“I didn’t exactly want to at first,” You admitted, trying not to sound rude. Veronica put the stack of plates she was carrying down and turned to you, gripping you by the shoulders.

“If you don’t want to be here, then go home. I’d rather you weren’t uncomfortable sweetie,” Veronica pulled you in for a gentle hug, which happened often thanks to her affectionate nature. Before you could object to what she was saying, your phone vibrated loudly in your pocket, causing the two of you to pull apart. 

“Sorry,” You smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head dismissively, gesturing for you to check whoever was texting you.

You walked off to the living room and pulled out your phone, only to notice a stream of texts from… Jughead.

Jug 💖: r u going to be at ronnies?

Jug💖: pls (Y/N)

Jug💖: should i bother going?

You sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he came to you.

Me: already there, setting up. hbu?

It didn’t take him long to respond.

Jug💖: i’ll go i guess, for the food

Me: typical jones

Jug💖: :) what are we even having food wise?

Me: Pop’s order, i have to go and get it, wdyw?

Jug💖: idk, depends on ma mood

You bit your lip. This was your chance. You’d felt so awkward around him that you’d been avoiding him, but now was the perfect chance to actually see if you could make a friendship work out of this.

Me: how about i meet you there and you can decide in the moment? c;

You crossed your fingers, hoping he would say yes

Jug💖: See you in 10 ;)

You let out a small squeal of happiness, before putting your phone back in your pocket and rushing to get your coat off of one of Veronica’s hangers. Suddenly you froze. This was a terrible idea, you wouldn’t know what to say. The feelings that you felt weren’t just going to disappear out of thin air, even if you tried to respect their relationship, that’s not how it works. You buried your head in Ronnie’s sea of fur coats and groaned. 

“Okay, what are you doing?” Veronica laughed, pulling you out of her clothes and giving you a funny look.

“I have to go get food,” You whispered, before finally taking your coat, and rushing out the door. Veronica stood there, bewildered, before shrugging and heading back to her room to edit the “Squad Spotify Playlist”.

“Ronnie will want water with that,” You smiled at Pop, who was working diligently. The diner was pretty busy that night, and you felt self conscious with a queue behind you whilst you ordered for 5 people. Annoyingly, Jughead was taking his time, scanning over the menu for awhile despite practically knowing it off by heart.

“What about you Jughead?” Pop gestured to his most loyal customer. 

“Hmm.” Was his response, which caused you to roll your eyes. He always did this, classic Juggie. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll order for you,” You threatened and he snapped out of his absentminded thought session immediately.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger with fries and a coke please.”

You heard people in the queue behind you sigh in relief and you scoffed.

“Really? “It depends on the mood” you say. That’s your order every single damn time we come here Jug.” 

He shook his head. “Actually, sometimes I get Dr Pepper,” He shoved you playfully and you giggled, shoving him back. 

“And lastly, what about Betty?” Pop knew about your meet ups, so of course he expected Betty to need an order as well.

Suddenly, the play fighting and friendly messing around with Jughead meant nothing, and you were back to feeling uncomfortable. Pop noticed the sudden change in mood, but didn’t question it and instead turned to Jughead.

“Uh, she’ll probably have a hot dog with fries, a small salad and a coke,” He also noticed you looking sheepish and was about to say something when you interrupted him.

“Fanta.” You mumbled, which caused both Pop and Jughead to look at you.


“Betty would want Fanta,” You smiled sadly. 

“Is something going on between you and Bets?” He whispered in your ear, discretely, as Pop looked down to change the order but you decided to ignore him.

“Anything else?” Pop grinned at the two of you. 

“You know what, some onion rings and garlic bread would be nice too, I’m starving,” You tried to ease the slight tension that had formed. Jughead left your side to sit down in his usual booth, waiting for the food to be cooked. Once you paid Pop in advance, you made your way over to the booth and sat across from him. Jughead looked distracted, his mind elsewhere as he stared out the diner window. You decided you wouldn’t bother trying to make conversation, so instead, the two of you waited in silence.

There wasn’t even much banter on the way back to Veronica’s.

The layout was simple, two long parallel couches in Veronica’s living room. On one couch, Archie and Veronica who were currently discussing Archie’s music. On the other couch, Betty and Jughead. His right leg was lazily strewn over her lap, and she was tracing circles on his feet. You were watching over everyone from the kitchen. It would be too awkward to ask Betty or Jughead to move from their spaced out position so you could sit down, and it would be awkward watching them head on from the other couch. So you sat alone, eating to your hearts desire.

“Hey (Y/N),” You looked up from your food stash to see Jughead. He was sat casually on the counter but you’d been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him come over. He was looking at you with concern, searching your face for any signs of illness or something unusual. 

“Hi,” You reached for the onion ring bowl, but he took it from you and began to devour them fast. You let out a frustrated grunt before shoving him off the counter and jumping on him.

“You should know not to mess with someone’s food!” You laughed, whacking him repeatedly with his beanie. He was laughing too, trying to shove you off of him as you mercilessly hit him with his hat. Suddenly you noticed his eyes go wide, staring at the ceiling above you.

You followed his gaze, your whole posture relaxing and that’s when you realised you made a mistake. Your weakest spot was exposed and vulnerable. Before you could do anything, Jughead had lurched forward, relentlessly tickling your sides. You burst into a fit of giggles, trying to roll away from him but failing.

“Ju-Juggg-Jug stop. Stop I can’t breathe,” You continued to giggle, trying to swat your hands at him. He stopped when you realised you did actually look like you needed some air and got off of you. You stared at each other, panting before bursting out into another round of laughter. His hair was messy from your teasing and your cheeks were flushed pink.

“Hey guys,” a voice came from behind the two of you and you turned around. Betty was standing there, her hands clasped together and an awkward smile fixed on her face. You realised how this must look awful, although you were sure that Betty had seen that you were only tickling one another. Jughead got up, stuttering as if trying to explain himself, before lending a hand out to you to help you up. You dusted yourself off before attempting to walk past the two. Betty stuck a hand out though, stopping you in your path. “(Y/N), can we talk?” She looked at you pleadingly. You didn’t have the heart to reject her.

“Sure Bets,” You nodded and she smiled up at you. That was the first time you had called her by her nickname over the past few weeks. Betty made eye contact with Jughead, signalling that she wanted to speak to you alone.

“(Y/N), I need you to be honest with me. We’ve known each other for so long that I can always tell when you’re lying so don’t you even try that with me. I keep trying to talk to you and you’ve either avoided me or you’ve been blowing me off,” She looked upset and you felt a pang of guilt. You pulled her in for a short-lived but sweet hug.

“I’m sorry Betty, I’ve been a bitch,” You sighed with regret but Betty looked distant, as if she was trying to figure something out. 

She hesitated before saying, “(Y/N), be honest, do yo-” 

“Get over here people! We’re gonna play a little game. And I mean right now!” Veronica’s voice called from the other room. You knew she would drag you in by the ear if you didn’t get there fast enough. The girl knows what she wants.

“I’m sorry Betty, I promise we’ll talk later okay,” You patted her on the shoulder before walking into the living room to sit next to Jughead on one of the couches. Betty followed reluctantly, giving Veronica an annoyed look that she willingly ignored.

“We’re going classic folks, how about a little game of Truth or Dare?” She clapped her hands excitedly. You would bother objecting, but it really wasn’t going to do much.

“Seriously Veronica?” Jughead looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, but as expected, Veronica didn’t give two shits.

“Yup!” She seemed to be enjoying everyone else’s despair. Archie tried to lighten up and seem enthusiastic, but even he was a bit scared.

After a couple of stiff rounds, the game actually got pretty fun. Everyone let loose a bit and just enjoyed themselves, which is exactly what you needed.

You’d learnt that Veronica had trophies from professional ballroom dancing competitions as a child, Archie could do 97 pushups in a minute, Jughead could walk like an orangutang, Betty ran away from home once and you had a lot of double joints. It was interesting to learn all these quirky, dumb things about each other which could be used as conversation starters in the future.

As the game went on though, Betty kept trying to pull you aside. Somehow though, you would always get interrupted by someone else or the happenings of the game, and you couldn’t find the time to sit down and have a proper chat with her like she wanted. Betty was obviously growing frustrated and impatient, as demonstrated by her increasingly stubborn mood.

After Betty had ran around, touching every single wall in the Lodge apartment, it was her turn to ask. 

“(Y/N), truth or dare,” She looked determined and you actually felt quite intimidated.

“Uhm, truth I guess,” You picked with the sleeves of your sweater nervously.

“Remember I can tell when you’re lying so don’t even try to pull one on me. Do you or do you not still have feelings for Jughead?” 

The flat fell silent, your face drained of all colour and you swore you could see stars.

“Betty, I don’t th-” Veronica began, attempting to defend you but Betty silenced her with a glare.

“Please (Y/N), I have to know,” She turned to you, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Still?” Jughead was staring at the floor, his eyes wide and mind racing. He looked up at you and you hurriedly looked away. You hated the feel of his eyes burning into you, searching for answers. It made your skin crawl and shiver.

“Yes,” You mumbled inaudibly. Veronica and Archie’s faces displayed awkwardness and pity as they tried to blend into the background of the conversation.

“Wha-” Betty didn’t even get to finish.

“YES BETTY! Yes I do, is that the answer you wanted to hear? Does it satisfy you to know that you’ve made me feel so useless and doubtful of myself? Is that what you wanted? I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect fucking girl next door, I’m sorry I can’t live up to anyone’s standards. I-i…I’m done,” You snapped at her. Jughead’s mouth was opening and closing, his tongue trying to form words as he stuttered, trying to comprehend everything. Betty shrunk back into her seat, her eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flaming pink, perhaps with guilt or embarrassment.

You weren’t sticking around to find out. You stood up so fast you felt dizzy, and stumbled around a bit before finally picking up your bags and racing out the door. Your vision was clouded with tears as you tried to make your way down the hall to the elevator. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall and caged between someone’s arms. Wiping away the tears, you saw Jughead, staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t describe. 

“(Y/N) lo-,” he began but you pushed him off and stopped him before he even began.

“No Jughead. P-please don’t. I said some horrible, unnecessary things to your girlfriend back there and you’ve made it worse by following me out here. I’m sorry for what I said, I need to tell her that personally though. Right now, you need to get your ass back in there and take care of her. She loves you and you love her. And I love you too, and I’ll never stop loving you, probably more than I’ll ever love anyone else. But I love my friends too, and I’ve already trashed one of them. Go be with Betty and be the boyfriend she deserves, okay?” You felt a surge of power and confidence through your words, and you refused to break eye contact with the boy ahead of you. He just nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly he stepped forwards, he seemed to be contemplating something. You were frozen to the spot.

“I love her (Y/N), and I too, will always love you, don’t forget that,” His voice broke through his words and you nodded in response. He began to walk back to the door before he stopped, turned around and ran up to you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a tender but salty kiss. You felt stiff at first, before reaching up to gently place your palms over the cold hands that so delicately framed your cheeks. It was passionate and soft and your lips interlocked with one another’s like puzzle pieces. It didn’t feel right though, not at the root. As you pulled away, you both felt yourself come to an closure with your eyes. No words needed to be exchanged.

Never again. He walked off, back to the flat, back to his girlfriend.

Nothing wrong with a lil’ game of Truth or Dare.

I like this one more than I like the last one :) There most likely will not be a part2 and the reader + juggie do not mostly likely end up together. The ending was not supposed to be a “OMG I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME,” it was more of a, ‘what could have been’ if you get me?

I mean I could make an alternate ending using the classic “Betty will understand” ( @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @kingpendleton @satanwithstardust @jugheadjns @pendletonthethird )

oh and I’ve been forced to tag @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

#272: You And Your Child Visit Him At Work | CEO!AU


Heeey in case you haven’t noticed I currently have a fanfiction going on which is pretty cool and CEO!Luke. It’s called When We Collide and is a classical one with Y/N being his assistant but with a huge twist! Go check it out if you’d like :3 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here


“Look who’s here!” Luke barely got the chance to turn around on his chair when the sound of your voice echoed in his office. Neither did you get the chance to open the door fully before your son had sprinted into the office without hesitation. He was searching for one thing and that was his dad. “But you weren’t supposed to be here before I was off.” Luke asked a bit confused and stood up from his chair, feeling William collide right into his knees. “I know.” You grinned and walked forward to give him a kiss, “But I don’t know who was most impatient, him or me. So we decided to show up a little bit before. Just so he could see you working.” “Well what a nice visit.” Luke smiled and lifted William up so he could place him in his chair. He was definitely too small for the large space, he looked smaller than he already was but it couldn’t compare to the large smile on his face. “Here.” Luke grinned as you took a seat on the couch and watched them. He loosened the tie around his neck and wrapped it around William instead. Too long for him to use but it was all worth it because of his reaction. “Look who’s the CEO now.” Luke grinned widely and walked around the desk to take a seat in front of him. “Give him your best impression, honey.” You suggested and folded your hands together, the scene was so adorable. William looked unsure for a second deep in thought but then it happened. “Daddy, you’re fired!” Both your eyes widened in surprise by the stern words coming from your son, but the apple didn’t seem to fall that far from the tree. “I am?” Luke asked a bit surprised but he was laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, especially when it came from his son. “Maybe you’re saying that too much.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned over and ran his hair through William’s blond hair. “I’m proud.”


“I’m so sorry.” You were quick to say once you rushed into the office with an apologizing face. You weren’t supposed to be out for that long but deciding to be the one to pick out lunch at the same time as everyone else you couldn’t avoid the long queues. Calum had said it would be okay to look after Willow until you came back it was after all only a small visit for lunch you had decided to do. With his busy schedule it was hard to find days to do something together so you had to do things the way it was at his office. “I hope it didn’t ruin anything that I was gone for that long.” “Actually,” Calum spoke and looked down at Willow with a secret smile on his face. “She just starred in her first ever office meeting. It wasn’t something I could cancel that urgent so it had to be done with her on my lap.” She was having the most excited smile on her face but still kept quiet because she still felt like she had to. She was also this secret, there was something between them that you couldn’t get into. “And that went well. Did you control everything?” You asked excited and met your daughter’s eyes. She nodded her head proudly in agreement, it was funny to see how much she enjoyed being here. “She was the one saying hello to everyone. They were pretty surprised to see a child on my lap.” Calum explained and rolled the chair out to place Willow on the floor and let her run towards you instead. “They said they didn’t believe I could have a sweet side.” You laughed quietly by his words and leaned down to pick up Willow and embrace her in your arms. “Well I understand that.” You said and removed some hair away from her face. “You go from being the big boss to a sudden sweetheart. You shouldn’t be showing your weak side like that.” “No, they’ve finally figured out my weakness.” Calum said and nodded his head in agreement, deciding to give a kiss on each of your cheeks happily.


“Your majesty.” Michael politely said and grabbed the crown of his head to bow down. The excited smile on Celeste’s face was worth everything and her small ponytails were flying back and forth by her movements. The pink skirt she was wearing completely presented who she was, his little princess. His office looked nothing like the same. It wasn’t supposed to end out like this but Michael was secretly a playful father and when he got the chance he turned a game into something else. The whole floor was covered in toys and whatever you had brought with you for a visit at work. She wasn’t supposed to disturb his work like this but with Michael’s lack of concentration when you were there it was okay. “This way dad.” She pointed happily and started to twirl around. Michael nodded his head in agreement and placed the crown back on his head after bending down. They started to run around the desk you had been placed at, watching them fool around and giggle loudly. You knew Michael had some work to do and it was probably the best idea that he focused on it but the small moment in front of you was too adorable to disturb. Your thoughts seemed to come true though when the door suddenly opened. Michael and Celeste froze in track by the sound and looked over to see two males stand with confused gazes wondering what was going on. “Mr. Maverick, “Mr. Johnson. I will be ready for our meeting within two minutes.” Michael’s face had turned pale and the room had become completely silent but you had to do everything in your power not to laugh. “Give us a second.” Michael explained and quickly took the crown off his head to be a little more professional. But the second the two colleagues in dress shirts left the office he put it right back on his head. “Two minutes more girls.” He said daringly and within seconds the office had turned into a play ground again, giggles filling the air all at once in excitement. 


“Oh my god! Would you look at you!” Ashton barely got the chance to stand up from his chair before Daniel was sprinting towards him, almost knocking down something during the process. The sleeves of his dress shirt was far too long but nicely folded just for the occasion. It wasn’t often he was brought with you for work but today was something different and he wanted to stand out. Everything he was going to wear needed to be something Ashton also owned, they had to be identical twins. “Your assistant also thought he looked handsome.” You smiled and watched Ashton lean down to take Daniel up and let him sit on his lap. They looked exactly alike, it all was there. The nice dress shirt, the tie and the curly locks that they both shared. “He is handsome.” Ashton said completely impressed by the effort. He loved every single moment with his son and to see this meant the world to him. “You think I am? It’s too big for me.” He sounded a little bit worried but Ashton had no idea. He knew when he saw a star and that was everything about his son. “Of course I do. You will grow out of it eventually, one day you will fit it perfectly. But why didn’t you want me to just buy a personalized one that would match your body size?” He asked with a bit of wonder and Daniel stood up on his lap. He was baffling his hands in the air to express himself and Ashton decided to take his hands to not make him fall. “Because I wanted to look exactly like you dad.” He explained and Ashton had a bit of wonder on his face. “We took the clothes from your closet. I hope you don’t mind.” You said the last bit a little bit quieter, knowing that he did in fact not mind. “Of course not. It’s worth everything.” Ashton said in honesty, helping out Daniel just to make sure that his tie was sitting more correctly. The proud smile on his face was everything.

That’s How Easy Love Can Be

Summary: An alphabetical journey of Phil’s 26 favourite things about Dan–along with a special surprise at the end–may just make Dan’s 26th birthday his best one yet.

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: existential crisis (but it’s super tiny), swearing

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!!! I hope he’s having the best day with lots of food and plenty of love from Phil, he truly deserves it. I think 26 will bring some really great things for him and I honestly can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. I hope you enjoy!!

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Back with another request! Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love writing Wally x Batsis!! Hopefully, this is alright for you! Thank you so much for sending this prompt in and I really do hope you enjoy this! Trying to go through requests still so posting might be slow! (Also I am trying to see if I can complete at least two-three requests per day so I can go through the requests nicely!)

Wally wrings his hands as he tries his hardest not to bolt out of the room. He never really thought this day would come, sort of. Actually, Wally also never thought he would last this long with you – his relationship with you had been a rocky one but Wally has never been one to give up on who he loves and you being the stubborn person that you are has managed to wedge yourself completely deep in his heart and Wally knows he is never going to be able to let you go – at least not anymore.

“Is there a reason you ask for this meeting?” Bruce stares at Wally and Wally almost lets out a curse – deep down inside, he knows Bruce knows why he is here – he probably already knew about this meeting even before Wally decided to come see him. When Bruce shifts, Wally tenses slightly before clearing his throat.

“Well – yeah – uh, Sir.” Wally used to be able to talk easily (read: run his mouth off) with Bruce before but now that he had come to the manor with a very important mission and he really does not want to ruin any chances. “I think you already know why I am here,” Wally averts his gaze from Bruce’s all-knowing ones and catches sight of a new family photo – it brings a smile to his face when he sees just how happy you are, surrounded by your father and your brothers.

Bruce doesn’t even move to follow Wally’s gaze because he knows well enough what Wally is staring at. He chuckles inwardly seeing the love-stricken smile on the young man’s face. Bruce honestly never thought the relationship you shared with Wally could last long – given the nature of the lives Wally and you are living but he is glad. Bruce is glad over the fact that he has seen that look ever since Wally had been a younger teen and whenever it came to you, that look of love and adoration that always cross his face somewhat relieves Bruce – he knows well that Wally is a very good man – one that can keep you grounded and one that made you feel very complete. “I do.” Bruce finally answers.

Wally lets out a sigh of relief before slowly reaching for the black velvet ring box that feels extremely heavy in his pocket. He takes it out from his pocket and places it on the table in front of him – he knows it’s nothing much compared to what Bruce could probably afford but Wally had saved up enough money to buy this ring you have been eyeing for the longest time. “I would like to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, Sir.” Wally takes a deep breath and looks at Bruce straight in the eyes. It unnerves him a little with how intense Bruce is looking at him but relief washes over him when Bruce slowly nods his head. “Are you serious?” His jaw drops and Wally feels as if he had been smacked in the face – he actually thought Bruce would put up a lot of resistance.

Bruce chuckles at the expression Wally is wearing before nodding his head. “I have seen the both of you grow, Wally and you are a really good man for Y/N. I have never seen Y/N happier and I am afraid, I have to burst your bubble.” Bruce states seriously causing Wally to stare at him in confusion. “If you think I was the one that will be giving you a hard time, you are definitely mistaken – have you considered what the rest will have to say?”

Wally blanches when he finally realizes that he has to talk to the rest of your brothers – Dick had been alright with his plan, in fact his best friend had been in full support ever since the two of them got together and Dick had already given him the ‘talk’ too. Tim might be a little bit alright and Jason might try to shoot him but Damian… Damian is definitely going to give him a lot of hell. “Oh.”

Bruce simply smiles before reaching for the cup of tea Alfred had poured for him earlier. He sips his drink – it’s lukewarm now – and watches the man in front of him. Bruce really cannot wait to see you in your wedding dress.

Asking Tim had gone smoothly. Wally didn’t even know why he had fretted in the first place – actually, he does know. He knows just how much your brothers mean to you and he really wants to do you right by asking all of your brothers for permission. Tim simply smacked him on the back, “took you long enough, Wally! Y/N’s going to be really happy.” Wally had a love-struck smile when Tim brought you up causing the latter to smack his back again. “Okay, gross – I don’t need to see that look on your face whenever you think about my sister!” Tim exclaims and Wally sputters because his thoughts had been innocent enough. Tim laughs at Wally’s expression. “Joking, Wally. Are you going to go look for the rest now?”

Wally nods his head. “Dick already gave me the green light. I just need to find Jason and Damian.” He winces at that thought. Maybe he should have gone to see Damian first because he knows how close Damian is to you. Tim also winces when he heard the last two names.

Chasing Jason down was not as hard as Wally thought it would be. Granted, Dick had to set up the meeting and insisted he is let in on the meeting too. Just in case Jason decides to go after him, that is. Wally rolls his eyes at his friend’s vote of confidence – Wally likes to think that Jason likes him a little bit more than Damian. Just by the tiniest bit.

Jason raises his eyes as he dismantles his gun. Wally eyes the table carefully before taking a seat across of him. “So what did you want to meet up for?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. Wally takes out the black velvet box he had been carrying and simply places it in front of him. Jason’s gaze zeroes in on the box and Wally can feel the tenseness in the air. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Wally reels back at Jason’s words. “No – I got Bruce’s permission already.” He squeaks before clearing his throat and repeating the words again. “I just wanted to tell you that I am planning on asking Y/N’s hand in marriage.” Jason narrows his eyes at Wally. Wally tries his hardest not to notice just how quickly Jason put the gun back together.

“You better not hurt or make Y/N cry or else.” Jason loads the gun and Wally nods his head. “I can think of several different ways to shoot you, Wally and you are going to hurt in places you never thought you would get hurt. Got it?”

Wally gulps and nods his head. “Of course – Dick has also given me the ‘hurt Y/N and I’ll make sure you regret it’ talk and I am pretty sure Damian is going to be harder to convince – but thank you?”

Jason rolls his eyes, scoffing at Wally. “Good luck trying to convince that spawn.” Jason hisses and that’s Wally’s queue to leave him alone. He grabs the ring and slides it in his pocket before rushing to the kitchen where Dick has been raiding Jason’s pantry.


Wally sputters. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

Damian shakes his head. “Tt – and I am supposed to give dearest sister my blessing?” He eyes Wally a few times before shaking his head, clicking his tongue and returning his attention back to the book he had initially been reading right before Wally had disturbed him.

“B – oh, come on, Damian.” Wally frowns as he tries once again. He knew Damian was going to be the hardest one to convince – he also knows just how close the both of you are too so he somewhat understands Damian’s reservations even if he is starting to feel annoyed. “Everyone else has given me their permissions and blessings and are you really not going to give me your blessings?” Wally presses.

Damian simply ignores him in favour of reading the very action-packed part of the book. He has always admired your wonderful tastes in books! He can’t wait to have a discussion with you regarding this book – out of all of his siblings, having discussions about literature with you is always the best.

Just as Wally is about to start pulling his own hair out, a voice catches the both of them by surprise.

“Wally, Damian – my two favourite men in one room.” You greet them happily. You haven’t seen your boyfriend for the past few days because you had been trying to catch deadlines and finish up all of your assignments and you have missed him terribly. Talking to him on the phone had quelled some of the feelings you had but seeing him in the flesh is much better. The grin on your face widens when Wally turns to look at you with a smile that could blind you.

“Babe,” Wally pockets the box and stands up to wrap his arms around you. You giggle as you snuggle closer, wrapping your own arms around Wally. He kisses your temple. “How was your day – did you finish your assignments? Have you eaten?” Wally throws questions at you – if he had been paying attention, he would have seen Damian looking at the both of you with a serious look on his face.

You shrug your shoulders, pressing your nose against his collarbone. “Day started off quite badly – forgot my umbrella in the car, it poured when I was walking across the campus and the deadlines I had been trying to catch turned out to be postponed to next week and overall, it just sucks.” You told him, suddenly feeling very tired at how your day had turned out to be. “I am really happy I get to see you – I missed you, Wally.” Wally pulls you closer, showering you with kisses causing you to giggle a few times.

Damian pretends to gag causing the two of you to turn to him. He has his bookmarker at the page he had been reading and he stands up. “The least the both of you could do was to wait until I was out of the room, Tt.” Damian deadpans causing you to laugh. He closes his book and heads toward the door. “Sister, I will see you during dinner later – I will tell Pennyworth to make your favourites for tonight, to make up for your horrendous day.” Damian informs you and you could not help but reach over to ruffle his hair, causing Damian to hiss and pout at your actions. Damian is about to head out of the room when he pauses by the door to stare directly at Wally.

Wally raises one of his eyebrows.

“I suppose you have mine.” Damian mutters, confusing you but that had been enough for Wally because the grin on his face widens and he begins to try and talk your ears off by talking about what he had been doing at work (in an attempt to make sure you don’t catch on to what Damian had said) and Damian resists the urge to roll his eyes because it is really unbecoming so he settles for crossing his arms. “Tt.”

Never Doubt Yourself

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: Bucky has fallen for the reader with the faintest idea that she might like him back. Reader has feelings for Bucky, but has more self doubt (amongst other things) than anything else and is too shy to speak up. One day when Bucky and reader are sent on a mission that causes them to have to spend the night together in a hotel room, Bucky finally asks why she has been acting so weird lately and why shes been wearing clothes that cover the majority of her body. 

Warnings: mentions of self harm and anxiety; some angst (i think); kinda long; there’s a part towards the end with a word in Romanian. I couldn’t put the accent marks on the T and A at the end of the word so…. yah

a/n: i tried to make this one shorter but it was a fail to avail ahaha anyway, I don’t do word count because I hand write it first and then type and edit it straight onto tumblr. so…. yeah. enjoy!

Normal POV 

“Hey, have you seen (y/n),” Bucky asked Natasha as he entered the common room of the avengers tower. He had searched every room on every floor looking for you. Wanda hadn’t been too thrilled when he walked in on her changing. 

“Not today,” Nat replied. “Why?” 

Bucky wasn’t sure how to explain what was going on without giving away too much. But he quickly remembered that it was almost impossible to keep anything from Natasha. And aside from himself, you were the closest with Nat so if anybody had a good idea of what was going on with you, it would be her. 

“She’s just been very quiet lately; not like her at all. When I saw her yesterday, she looked exhausted.” 

“Maybe she’s been training harder.” Nat suggested. “She was telling me how she felt like she was slowly slipping out of shape.” 

“No… It looked like something was eating away at her. Like it was more of a mentally exhausted look than anything else. I know she has struggled with things in the past but-”

“Like what?” 

“Well, studying for school. I would always walk in on her staring at her books, frustrated. And guys not treating her right…”

“Yeah, I remember those,” she said. “Have you checked the garden? She loves the garden.” 

“Yup. Went there right after I checked her bedroom.” 

Bucky was your best friend. He was genuinely worried about you. The way you were acting was not like your normal self at all. He cared about you in more ways than one, and was very positive you felt the same. He thought that maybe you had been disappearing to avoid him, but when he learned that no one else had seen you, he realized the problem might be bigger than he thought. 

Steve walked into the common room. “Hey, Buck. Glad I found you. You have a mission tomorrow with (y/n). Where is she?” 

“You haven’t seen her,” Bucky was quick to ask. 

“Not this morning, no. She’s gone?” 

“Yeah. She’s been disappearing a lot this past week.” 

“Well she better turn up soon or-” as if on queue, you trudged into the room. Your hair was in a messy bun, your leggings ripped at the knees, and you had blood seeping from a wound on your head. The blood had gotten all over the sleeves of your jacket. You did your best to conceal your face. 

“(y/n)! We were just talking about you,” Steve said. 

“That’s unsettling,” you mumbled to yourself. 

“Are you alright? What happened,” Bucky asked as he rushed to you. He gently took your head in his hands to examine the wound. But you shoved him off. 

“I’m fine,” you said. “I went for a run on the trails behind the complex. I tripped on a tree root and didn’t tumble very gracefully. Hence the blood and torn leggings.”

“That looks pretty nasty. Are you sure-”

“I’m fine, Bucky!” All three of them looked at you. It’s very rare that you would snap. Especially at Bucky. 

The room fell silent for a few moment until Steve spoke. “I have a mission for you and Bucky.” 

You looked at Steve and nodded, waiting for him to continue. 

“You’ll be heading out to Budapest. Word has it that there is still a Hydra operative; says they’re smuggling weapons out there. I figure with Bucky’s strength and fighting abilities, and your intellect on weapons and remarkable hacking skills, you two can get the info we need to take them down.” 

“Alright. When do we leave?” You asked. 

“Two hours. You’ll infiltrate the facility tomorrow, but the flight will be a long one. So you’re going out today and staying in a remote hotel for the night.” 

“Okay.” You said. “Let me shower and pack.” You walked off, not giving a second glance towards Bucky. 

You love going on missions with Bucky. They always turned out successful. You weren’t mad at him either. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You’ve struggled a lot with your self worth. Though it has gotten so much better, there are times when it seems almost impossible to push those thoughts back. These past two weeks have been harder than most. You had relapsed a couple of times during those two weeks. It’s been four days since the last time it happened and you’ve tried your hardest to not do it again. As a result, you’ve had crippling panic attacks that leave you in tears and ultimately end when you’ve fallen asleep from the exhaustion. Anxiety is a normal things for you, as well as the attacks. But everything is heightened when you fight as much as you have been. To help yourself find a more suitable outlet, every time you felt panicked or felt the anxiety creep up on you, you went to the training room. Exercising was a good way to relieve the tension. But as the days went on, the issue got worse. That’s why you went for a run this morning; hoping a change of scenery would help. 

You weren’t deliberately ignoring Bucky. You were ignoring everyone if you were being honest. Bucky was your best friend and knew you better than most. But he hasn’t seen this side of you yet, and there was a part of you that was afraid to show him, worried you might ruin any future possibilities. Disappearing was the only way you could keep him from seeing what a wreck you were. 

“Please let this mission go by fast,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped into the shower. 


You and Bucky arrived ar your hotel. It was tiny, one bed, and a very small bathroom. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the floors look like they hadn’t been cleaned in days. The single, queen sized bed unsettled you. This wouldn’t be the first time that you slept in the same bed as Bucky. But with the state you were in, you were afraid it might reveal more than you could handle. 

“I’ll take the floor,” you said. 

“What? Why,” he asked. You just shrugged, unsure how to answer. “No, (y/n). The floor is filthy.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“Just sleep in the bed with me. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Bucky would never admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed the time he spent with you. Just laying in bed waiting. Your body heat keeping him warm, and his keeping you warm. You would unconsciously snuggle up to him while you were sleeping and that is something he cherished. 

“I know,” you said. 

“(y/n), what’s up with you?” 


Bucky took note of the sweater you were wearing. You’ve been wearing them a lot more lately. Almost every day. He knows that’s unlike you. 

“And what’s up with you wearing long sleeves lately? Especially on missions.”  

You sat in the chair in the corner of the room. “What’s wrong with being a little conservative?” 

“Because I know you. You might be a little shy, but you are not conservative.” 

You glanced at him, but said nothing. Bucky was tired of asking questions. He wanted answers. He pulled you from the chair, your phone falling to the floor. He took hold of the bottom of your sweater and pulled it over your head, clearly not giving a shit about your protests. He held the sweater in his hand as he stared at you, astounded. There were marks all over your sides, stomach, and arms. 


“Dammit, Barnes!” You shouted. Your fight or flight kicked in and decided it was time to fly. You snatched your sweater back and fled to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. You pulled your sweater back on and began to sob quietly.

Bucky knew to give you some space. But after ten minutes, he was begging you to open the door. 

“(y/n), please come out. We need to talk about this.” 

You heard him mumble something in Romanian. You quickly recognized it as the word ‘sweetheart’. You loved it when he called you that, and you loved it when he spoke Romanian, despite what he went through to learn it. 

You decided to face your fears and opened the door slowly. You looked up at Bucky with a tear stained face. He looked down at you with a soft expression. He pulled you into him and you sank into his hold. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You wanted to cry, but the constant battles have exhausted you. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” His metal hand was on the back of your head, securing you to his chest, while his flesh hand massaged soothing circles on your back. “What happened?” 

“It’s not something I like talking about.” You took in a shaky breath and you could feel yourself trembling under his hold. “I guess the easiest way to put it is that I doubt myself a lot and I get such bad anxiety and it causes panic attacks and-” 

“Like the one you’re having now,” he said in a soft tone. 

“You can feel that too,” you asked. 

“Oh yeah.” he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You locked your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed. He sat on the bed with his back against the head board, allowing you to hold on to him like a koala. “Just relax, domnita. We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just know that I’m here and you can tell me anything.” 

“I love you, Bucky.” It dawned on you that you had said it out loud, but if you took it back, you would be lying. 

But little did you know that he had the biggest grin on his face. “I love you too, (y/n),” he said and kissed your head. 

Bucky’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket. You rolled off of him to allow him to answer it. You could tell by his tone that he was talking to Steve. You tuned out the conversation and just stared and the ceiling. 

Bucky kissed your lips to bring you out of your daze. Not how you imagines your first kiss with him would be like, but you’re not complaining. You looked into his blue orbs as he said, “Steve has a lead for us. He’s sending more info now. The guy is about five miles out from us. Are you okay to go now?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Let’s go kick some Hydra butt.” 

anonymous asked:

1/2 hear me out imagine richie realising he likes stan but not knowing what to do cos "wait my nickname is literally trashmouth and stans a mythical creature not from this planet im not entirely sure how to go about this" he goes to ben for help and ben reckons poems are definitely the way to go. so they write one together and richie leaves it in stans locker. lunch time rolls around and stan is smiling huge and richie thinks "yup this is it i did it"

2/2 dont think it sent before but here it is if i remember it well! stan goes to ben instead, smile wide, hugs him and says “you write the most thoughtful things, bevs a lucky girl” and richie is speechless cos 1) whatta smile and 2)that should be his??? stan turns and gives richie a polite nod and talks to bill before ben can correct him. richie doesnt know whether he should laugh or cry and ben agrees. but he wont give up! hes still got his flowers that ben thinks can fix things up…hopefully

I love this prompt so much anon thank you so much for sending it! I hope you dont mind me posting in two parts (part two will be up at some point this week) I hope you enjoy!!! (All feedback is encouraged and if anyone wants to be tagged in p2 let me know cause why the heck not)

Part 1 / Part 2

“Stop distracting me trashmouth”

“Ah c’mon Stan the Man you know you love it really! Who the fuck wants to spend their Friday night studying anyway?”

Richie and Stan were hauled up in Stan’s room, Stan at his desk, nose in a book trying to prepare for the history test they had next week, while Richie hung upside down on the bed, glasses slipping off his face, throwing little pieces of paper in Stan’s general direction. Yes he was annoying. No he didn’t care.

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nature needs water to grow

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary/Request: A bunch of people asked for a part two to #Unbothered so here it is.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: Italics indicate a shift in perspective. This was meant to be fluff but it turned out to be the complete opposite. #sorrynotsorry

Hair? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Purse? Check.

Card, just in case? Check.

Keys? Check

You heard the honk of the horn of your cab and rushed out of your house. Once you’d sat down in the backseat and told the driver your destination, your phone went off - Damon.

Damon: What are you doing tonight?

Y/N: Got a date. Sorry babe xx

Damon: Biggest eye roll in history.

Y/N: Did you really just full stop me?  Wow, Damon

Damon: Send me your location in case you need an emergency pick up

Y/N: Yes sir

You used the send location feature and then locked your phone, sliding it into your clutch bag. It had been 4 months since you met Damon and found out about his abilities. Since then the two of you had become best friends. Your friendship came easily and you two bounced off each other’s sarcastic comments and sexual minds.

You were on your way to a date with a guy you met in the men's department of H&M. You gave him advice on a few t-shirts and he asked for your number. He told you to meet him at an upscale burger joint 20 minutes from your house. The cab driver dropped you off at the kerb right outside the burger place. You quickly paid him and got out of the cab to see your date, Ryan, smoking a cigarette outside.

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Requested by @peaky-yamyam - 28) “We are not friends!” with John please

John Shelby - Duties 

The sharp morning breeze nipped at your ankles as you raced over the cobbles of Watery Lane, one arm clutching tightly onto your paperwork whilst the other constantly being raised ahead of you to check your watch more than necessary; knowing full well you were already late. A wave of relief washed over you when you finally set eyes on the Garrison, the smile appearing on your face merely out of pride that you had managed to find it. You didn’t bother to slow down, weaving through the few people strewn about as the street began to rouse. You pushed your free arm against the doors throwing them open with more force than intended, causing the few drunken men still slouched in their seats from the night before to look towards you.

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anonymous asked:

1/3 My paramedic Cas headcanons: If there's some awful disaster, other paramedics always have to hold Cas back and make him wait till firefighters will get victims out of the fire, cause Cas is always rushing to this perdition by himself; Cas is gentle, he will always tell soothing words while carefully putting the bandage on the little girl's damaged arm, and will softly pat her head after;

2/3 If you’re an asshole who think that your barely visible scratch on the cheek is more important than anything else worthy of attention, one glare. One glare from Cas is enough for you to reconsider your opinion and to step back wait for your queue.

3/3 And if you’re a nice, green-eyed casual passerby who stopped after seeing that someone needs help, if you bravely ran to get people out of the collided cars, called 911 and stayed with injured till medics don’t show up, Cas will praise you and will feel surprising warm of affection inside when you’ll blush and start acting awkwardly like it wasn’t you who just heroically saved this people.

NONNIE ;___; <3 Thank you, because this is a thing of beauty <3 

Wherever You Go I'll Follow (Multi-Ship Harry Potter AU) - Bramble

A/N: Was the wait worth it? I’ll let you decide. I am in no way a Harry Potter expert, in fact there are probably way more people out there more capable of writing this than me, but I can appreciate amazing literature and films. The ships in this fic include: Sashea, Trixya and Shalaska. You will learn each of their backstories as time goes on. There are time jumps back and forth throughout. If you have any suggestions for this fic – or any of my fics in general – feel free to message me at dragqueenlayouts or unhhhjustsometrash.

Lesbian Harry Potter AU. Enjoy!

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MBTI Aesthetic Series: The ENFJ

“Trying to count to ten with balled fists. Lightening striking the earth. They say your roar is bigger than your bite. Goosebumps. Jumping out of an airplane. “You’re going to be somebody, someday.” Talk about biting off more than you can chew. Trying to solve a puzzle, but there’s a missing piece. Heart over head, always. Catching your breath after running a marathon. Firing a loaded gun. All eyes on you, as you walk into the room. You need ten people to hold you back. Diamond encrusted gold. The adrenaline rush of taking a punch. There’s no such thing as biting your tongue, is there? No one would ever dare to silence a lion in its own land.”

what’s eternal about love // lafayette x reader

a/n: heyyyy. this is the start of a two part story, maybe three part story?? hope you enjoy. please, please, please SEND IN REQUESTS MY INBOX IS DRYER THAN THE GODDAMN MOJAVE. 

SPECIAL NOTE: for the sake of the story, Henriette, and Anastasie, Lafayettes first two eldest children were never born and Georges was the first born.  

warnings: cheating, cursing, a pinch of smut

word count: 4,018


February 12, 1779

You knew about the whores that roamed the rebel camps at night looking to satisfy a man’s needs. You had been told by the ladies that would meet up for tea every Saturday at noon, where gossip and new stories whirled through the air each week. It worried you, to think that your dear Lafayette would give up his fidelity in America when he had a family to come home to. 

But you also knew your Lafayette. His heart was too big and full of passion for you that he wouldn’t dare do such a shameful thing. He honored your reputation, and you knew that he would do whatever he could to keep it intact, not wanting you to become a story that one of the ladies told when conversing over tea and fresh pastries.

When Lafayette had left the country to serve for the rebel cause, you didn’t know how to feel. One side of you wanted to shun him for abandoning you without notice, but the other side wanted to take even more pride in his name, proud to say that your husband was going to help win the war for the Patriots. When he comes back from his service, Lord knows when that will be, you knew that he will be one of the most famous men in France.

You wrote to him every day, although you knew that your letters would take months to arrive. The journal that sat on your vanity was filled with thoughts, experiences on your life as an army wife. You wanted to pass the journal on to your children so they may read what your life was like with and without your husband. 

“Miss (Y/n)!” Your maid, Jane, called out from below stairs. Both you and Lafayette despised slavery and would grant Jane her freedom in an instant, but your mother owned her, giving you no say in Janes bondage. 

You lifted your skirts as you made your way down the large steps that cascaded into the lower level of the manor, looking down to make sure you didn’t trip. 

“Do you need something, Jane?” You said as you approached the last two steps. I looked up at the entrance where I saw not only Jane but Lafayette standing by her side.  

A second couldn’t fully pass before I was already running towards Lafayette and launching myself towards him. He caught me, picking me up and lifting me up into the air, clutching me close to him. Tears slipped from my eyes as I buried my head into his chest, laughing.

Jane looked at the scene in front of her. She could see the love that radiated off them, flowing up into the air like embers. It reminded her of her own love, who was off somewhere in France. She remembers the last time they embraced each other for the last time, although he promised that there would be a next time. She could feel the same love she felt from the glow of passion emit from the couple standing in front of her. Every night, she prayed to one day unite with her love once again, so she could feel the passion that she has been deprived of.

Jane went to the kitchen to set the table for dinner, seeing that the sun had just set, leaving the couple to revel in each other embraces for the time being. 

Lafayette finally set you down gently, smiling as wide as the sky. He leaned down and swiftly kissed you, hungrily moving his mouth with yours, clutching your waist. It was the best kiss you had ever received, kissing back with the same desire. 

You both pulled away, desperate for air. You both panted, smiling sweetly to each other. Dinner went by in a flash. Lafayette filled the empty air with his endless stories of victory, defeat, and humorous times with his companions. 

One of those companions happened to be Alexander Hamilton. I had corresponded with Alexander a few times, informing me of the injury Lafayette obtained while fighting in the Battle of Brandywine. In his initial letter, he told me that if I was ever in need of a friend in America, his wife, Elizabeth would be happy to write you. 

You immediately wrote to Eliza the day you received Alexanders first letter, eager to find a friend whom she could relate to in this time of war. A couple months later, you are given a letter from Eliza, you were happy to receive your letter. The both of you corresponded for months, becoming fairly acquainted with her.   

That night you and Lafayette intimately reunited once again for the first time in four years.

March 11, 1780

You held the little baby in your arms, bundling him up in the silk cloth to protect him from the cool breeze. Georges Washington de Lafayette was born December 24, 1779. And after much debate, you finally settled on his prideful name. 

You could see Lafayette in the distance, sailing off to America once again. A single tear ran down your cheek. You smiled to him while he could still see the details of your face. Although you feared that he would depart early from this earth, you knew deep inside that he would make it out okay. 

You looked down at Georges, seeing the hope in his eyes. He had the same deep brown eyes that Lafayette had, the same black hair that coiled into tiny curls up top his head. I had a feeling that Georges would grow to be the spitting image of Lafayette. 

Georges smiled, his bare gums showing. You smiled back, reaching towards his stomach to tickle him. He laughed, his light giggle filling you with love. 

January 21, 1782

Joy overcame me as the coach came to a halt in front the manor. Paris was abuzz with revelry on the day of Lafayette’s return as a hero. You were out with your family at the Hôtel de Ville when you heard of Lafayette’s arrival. He was already home, waiting for you. 

The driver offered his hand, helping you descend from my coach. Lafayette was already outside to greet you. You ran towards him, lifting my skirts. You promptly collapsed in arms when you reached him. It felt wonderful to feel his body again, to wrap your arms around his torso. The oil-lamp street lights illuminated only a bit of the 

“Father!” Georges finally came towards you and Lafayette. Lafayette quickly bent down and snatched Georges from the ground, lifting him up into the air. Georges laughed with delight. 

Lafayette looked at Georges in wonder and confusion at how Georges knew him to be his father. He looked at you, to which you smiled sweetly.

“I told stories about you.” Lafayette smiled brightly, a tear dripping down his cheek. You spent every night, telling Georges about Lafayette, sharing every story of your husband off fighting for the liberty of thousands of people an ocean away.

You all went inside the estate, Lafayette placing his haversack in the empty chair beside your bed frame. You sensed that Georges was tired, so you brought him to his room, laying him down. He fell asleep after I sang him a lullaby.   

Seeing it already late at night, you saw the perfect opportunity. You crept into your room, where you saw Lafayette already hunched over his desk, writing. I closed the door behind you, locking it.  

You woke up from the growing warmth of the sun on your bare back. Your eye lids flutter as you yawned. You smiled, and then you turned around quickly to see ruffled sheets instead of your dear Gilbert. You frowned, hoping that he hadn’t gone off to work so soon. 

You sat, putting your hands on your back and stretching. The white sheets fell to your waist, revealing your bare back to the door. You smiled as the remnants of last night flooded into your brain.

You began to gather up your hair, preparing to put it into a high queue. You grabbed a little invention of yours: a long ribbon tied into a knot with a big loop to wrap around the hair. You showed the fellow ladies at the tea circle, to which they laughed, saying the entire idea and style was insane and would never go into fashion. 

“You don’t want to go around town looking that, do you? If I may be frank, you’ll look like a peasant along with those rags of yours,” She spat. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing, comparing your simple attire to her extravagant one. A lady leaned forward, her face full of sympathy for the insult.

“Dear, all she is saying is that you should look your rank.” I was left alone with my thoughts for a while, thinking about what the older women had said. 

I never left the house with a high queue after that day, although I still did wear the same skirts I loved.

The door opened with a creek, announcing the presence of the person who opened it. I turned my head around, my hair still in hand, to see Jane, who had come with a tray of fruit.

“Oh, please excuse me, Miss (Y/n),” she said, keeping her head down. 

“Oh, no, it’s quite alright, Jane,” You said as she set the tray down on the bench at the foot of the bed. She rushed out of the room, leaving you to get myself ready. You wrapped the ribbon around your hair, looping it around till it held in place. You slipped on a chemise and walked over the bowl of fruit and saw the fresh berry mixed together.

Fresh fruit was very hard to come by throughout the commons in France, only some of high ranking could afford the delicious food. You tasted the sweetness of the strawberries and the bitterness of the blackberries as you ate. You emptied the bowl, setting it back on the tray gently.

After you finished the fruit, you called Jane back up to help you get dressed for the day. As she tightened your corset, you gripped the bed post to steady yourself self. You’ve worn a corset since you were fourteen and you still haven’t gotten used to it, the chamber taking your breath away with every cinch.

You put on a simple, dark forest green dress and began to fix your hair. You took a piece from each side of your face and pulled them back, tying it with a ribbon and leaving the rest of your hair down. You didn’t favor the flamboyant wigs the women would wear in France, and instead opted for the more subtle, simple look of your own hair.

You made your way downstairs and only saw Jane, Lafayette nowhere to be seen. Jane was in the kitchen, baking her famous creamed pear tarts. You could smell her baking from a mile always as the smell was so strong.  

“Jane, where is Gilbert?” you asked. Jane looked up from the dough she was kneading. Flour graced her cheek as she wiped the sweat off with the back of her hand. 

“He went out Miss (Y/n). I do not know where.” You frowned slightly in disappointment. You planned to spend the day with Lafayette after being separated from him for so long. You knew that he was still busy with politics, but it would be nice if he just took a break occasionally.

You grabbed your magenta colored cloak and draped it over your shoulders, securing the clasp in the front. You put on your lace gloves and smooth out your dress, preparing to go out.

“Jane, I’m going to the market, I’ll be back before supper!” You called out from the front room. You opened the door and was immediately greeted with the sound of horse hooves trotting on the cobblestone road, and the birds chirping.

Instead of riding in a coach, you decided to walk, wanting to enjoy sounds and things around you. You went to the market, looking around for jewelry, ribbons, and new dresses. You always found that the most beautiful jewelry and finest clothes came from the people who never get enough sales. They always have the most time because the demand for their product is so low, that they always spent to most time to perfect it.

When you approached the market, you saw it full as always. Chickens clucked and pigs snorted. Buyers could be heard bargaining with sellers, and the wheels turning underneath the wagons could be heard coming closer and passing you. There was something about the market that always excited you. New things appeared every week and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on them.

You stopped at a small stand of jewelry and admired the blue stones that caught your eye. Each jewel was attached to a silver chain. There were lockets of all shapes, all of them engraved with an intricate and ornate design. You traced your finger over one in particular: a crème colored satin choker with a ruby bauble attached to it. The lady who stood behind the counter watched as you eyed it closely.

“It’s a real stone, by the way,” She spoke in her native Scottish accent, her voice harsh. You picked up the choker, shifting it in the sun to where the light reflected off of the gem. The lady was the about same height as you, only taller about an inch. She seemed like a poor commoner, her dress covered in dirt, and her hair unkempt.

“Where did you get it?” You asked, still looking at the ruby.

“My brother gave it to me. He works in the mines and managed to hide some in his boot. Most people don’t believe me cause I’m a commoner selling a gem at such a high price.” Her story seemed believable.

“I’ll take it,” You smiled, setting it down and bringing out your coin pouch. Fake gem or not, you would still cherish it as if it were. You gave her the money and watched her face brighten at the handful of coins. She looked at you and nodded her head as you took the choker and put it in your pocket along with your pouch.

You looked around some more until it got late, the sun starting to touch the fields in the distance. You began to walk home before it got too late, not wanting Lafayette to worry.

“I’m home!” You called out. Jane passed by you, grabbing your cloak and hanging in the closet.

“Gilbert?” You called once you got to the dining room. When you entered, you found Lafayette hunched, his hands leaning on the back of the chair in front of him. You smiled, his back facing you. He looked troubled, which troubled you. Your smile faltered as you walked up to him from behind and placed your hands on his shoulders. You could feel him tense underneath your touch.

“Is something the matter, Gilbert?” You asked.

“Uh, yes, actually.” He stood up straight, taking a step back. You cocked your head to the side, somewhat confused.

“What troubles you?” You asked, stepping closer to him. He took another step backward, his back almost touching the wall behind him.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” He whispered. Your brows furrowed, confused.

“I do not understand. Why are you apologizing? You have done nothing wron-”

“I have made a terrible mistake,” He interrupted you. You could hear his voice start to quiver. You shook your head, tears threatening to fall.

“What did you do?” You asked, regaining your composure and the tears fading away. He hesitated.

“What. Did. You. Do?” You demanded, your voice sharp and rising in tone.

“I had an affair,” He said quietly, his head down in shame. You were in shock, the words hitting you like a bullet. Your brain immediately filled with questions while you body boiled with anger.

“When?” You asked, your eyes not meeting his own.

“While in America.” You looked at the table, eyeing the wine glass standing still next to the many plates and bowls stacked on top of each other. No tears escaped your eyes and instead filled with rage. You look at the glass nearest to you and began tracing the rim with your finger.

Then, your anger boiled over.

You quickly picked up the glad and threw it at Lafayette, missing him and hitting the wall instead. Your fists clenched and unclenched, your nails creating crescent moons in your skin. Your chest rose and fell with every deep breath that you took.

“How could you do this?!” You shouted at him.

“My love, please, forgive me!” He pleaded, tears starting to fall down his cheeks.

“How could you do this to me. To us?!” You put a finger on your chest, pointing to yourself. “We have a child, Lafayette!”

“I know, I just-”

“You just what? You just forgot that you already had a wife and child waiting for you at home while you were being intimate with another woman?” Lafayette stood there. His mouth opened, but no words came out of his mouth. Your shoulders relaxed, your mouth agape as you came to a realization.

“You… you forgot about us?” You whispered. Lafayette looked down at the ground again, unable to make the situation any better. Tears ran down his face as he clutched the drapes behind him.

You began to lash out, knocking the plates off the table and throwing the glasses at the wall behind Lafayette. Your chest heaved and the tears just started to fall. You looked at him, your glare piercing his soul. You looked at the ground, seeing the glass surrounding your feet. You turned around and began to walk away when Lafayette spoke, bringing you to a halt.

“I’m sorry, my love. I still love you, (Y/n), and I made a mistake.” You took a deep breath, not bothering to turn back around.

“I made a mistake too, my dear. My mistake… was loving you.” You could hear his breath hitch as you continued walking. Jane walked passed you with a bowl to carry the broken glass in, but before she could, you stopped her.

“Wait, no. Let him do it. It’s the only mess he can clean up.” With that you moved on, heading up the stairs and into your room where you began to pack your belongings.

You were greeted by a boy at the front gate, standing straight and patiently. He smiled at you, to which you smiled back. You held Georges hand, practically dragging him because his little legs couldn’t keep up with your slightly long strides.

“Hello there Miss,” He said, tipping his hat.

“Hello, could you please inform Washington that the Lafayettes are here to see him?” You said, smiling. You spoke in your best English, a language that you had studied yourself. Your voice was still drenched with a French accent, however.  He nodded, going through the gate.

You looked down at George, who made eye contact with you and smiled. He hadn’t asked why we hopped on a boat and left suddenly, and I hoped he wouldn’t for a few years. His big, brown eyes looked at me innocently.

The gate opened again after a few minutes, and there stood the General George Washington.!A wide smile graced his face as he looked down at you. You didn’t expect him to be so tall, noticing how you had to tilt your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Miss (Y/n), how lovely it is to see you,” He said. You smiled.

“You too, Mr. Washington,” You said, bowing your head. He looked over your shoulder, most likely searching for Lafayette in the background.

“Where is Lafayette?” He asked. Your smile faltered.

“He is not here, with me.” Washington looked back at you his brows began to furrow.

“I do not understand, miss. Why are you traveling alone?” You looked down.

“He had an affair, Mr. Washington, while here in America. You must understand that I had to leave France, for the mention of his name is too great. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, but I need a place to stay. All I’m asking is for a place here until I feel that I am ready to return,” You managed to stay. You finally met his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes held much concern. Grief overcame him quickly as the information processed in his brain.

“I am truly sorry, Miss (Y/n). Of course, you could stay, for the meantime,” He said softly. Georges finally appeared from his hiding spot behind you, catching the Generals eye. He knelt down on one knee to Georges level, his arm resting on his knee.

“And who is this?” He asked. He watched the shy boy peer out from behind you. You moved out of the way to fully expose Georges, pushing him closer to Washington.

“This is Georges Washington de Lafayette. Georges say ‘hello’ to Mr. Washington.” Georges looked down shyly and waved his hand instead of actually speaking, Washington’s face was indescribable. It held so many emotions at once.

“You named him after me?” He said, looking up at you.

“The one and only,” You said, making him chuckle. He looked back down at Georges and smiled, tipping his hat to him. Georges smiled slightly, running back behind you, making the both of you laugh lightly at the young boy’s behavior.

Washington opened the gate more and allowed you in, grabbing your trunk. You followed him on the gravel path, looking down when you say the eyes of slaves gazing at you. He promised to show you around the large estate in the morning, heading straight towards the mansion itself. Your hand held Georges’, pulling him along.

 Georges looked around at the sites around him, all the extra trees and plants somewhat overwhelming him. He was especially looking at the people and kids working in the fields and tending to the gardens, wondering why they weren’t playing like he does. His eyes landed on one young girl, who was the same age as him. The girl was walking with her mother. They walked past each other, their eyes locked on each other. Both of their heads turned around as they passed each other.

You finally made it to the house and entered, being greeted by Washington’s wife.

You immediately felt her eyes look you up and down but landed on your large belly that was poorly concealed by the thick woolen cloak you were wearing.

“George, darling, who is this?” She asked, giving you a smile.

“Martha, this is (Y/n), Lafayette’s wife,” He said, motioning to you. You bowed your head, smiling softly at her.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Washington.”

“As with you, (Y/n). Your husband has done many wonderful things,” She said smiling softly at you. George’s smile faltered along with yours.

“She is going to be living here for a while.” Martha turned to her husband.

“Oh? On what account?” She asked. George hesitated, so instead, you responded.

“My husband has been unfaithful, so your husband has allowed me to live here until I feel it necessary to return to France,” You bluntly said. Martha’s eyes held sympathy and pity for you.

“Of course,” she said turning and walking back into the house.

“Thank you, Mr. Washington,” You said. He smiled softly at me, bowing his head.

“You’re quite welcome, Miss (Y/n). Please, let me show you and Georges to your room.” You walked along with him, Georges’ hand in yours. The General led you are your son onto your new room, where you would start your new life. 

"Invited to Dinner."Scott McCall

Just some fluffiness last minute ;)♡

I see through the window into the house that the rest of the pack has left, leaving just Scott and Stiles. I walk inside and Scott’s head whips around to look at me. His face breaks out into that beautiful smile, and I swear my insides turned into mush right then and there. How I got so lucky to be with him and have him love me, I’ll never know.

He doesn’t speak a word as he marches over towards me and plants his lips firmly into mine, hands coming up to hold my face in place.

“Well I guess I’ll see you two later.” Stiles takes this as his queue to leave. Scott finally pulls his lips from mine for some air.

“Hey.” He mutters. I grin wildly back. “Hey.” He brings his arms down and around my hips, picking me up effortlessly and carrying me upstairs to his room.

Giggles rush past my lips as he tosses me onto his bed and jumps on next to me. His bed is almost as comfy as mine.

“So,” he begins. He rests next to me with our legs tangled together, one arm propping his head up and the other laying across my stomach. “What were you and Malia talking about earlier today at school?”

I shake my head, “Nothing interesting. She’s just becoming to finally be my friend.” His eyes search my face as I speak. “Good. She needs a friend like you.“

“I have something to ask you.” I roll onto my side and scoot up on the pillow so our face’s are even. “I’m inviting you over for dinner at my house tonight.”

He smiles, “Doesn’t quite seem like your asking.” I curl a hand into his short silky hair. “Well, I knew you would say yes either way.” He nods, “That’s true. Of course, I’d love to.”

“My mom’ll be glad.” He hides his face in my neck and deeply inhales my scent. He presses warm kisses against the skin of my throat before resting his forehead there.

I gaze out his steamy bedroom window before he brings his head back up to mine blocking my view. Our lips entangle themselves together, meshing together over and over again. They start out soft, then slowly get more deep and intense. I feel the sudden and urgent need to be as close to him as possible, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing his mouth to mine. He reciprocates, his hands glued to my waist and his body almost completely lying on top of mine. His tongue completely governs my mouth, making me moan as I almost shake under him. I can feel the muscles in his arms tensing, hopefully for a good reason. I scratch my nails down his forearm, and it’s him who shivers this time. I smile against his lips and he takes this time to take my bottom lip between his teeth. I giggle which makes his smile like a fool.

“We should probably stop.” He breathes. I nod as he lifts me up into a sitting position in front of him. “So… See you for dinner?” I smirk. He smiles and nods, “Yes.”


Some of my favorite quotes from ch. 13 of Fisherman’s Knot by @scribefindegil

;A; I love this fic to pieces!

Ok but consider these personal headcanons for Mentor!(alive!)Desmond.

  • after defeating and securing the pieces of Eden Desmond decides that he has quite enough and retreats back into the Farm, but only to become a mentor; not because he liked being an assassin, but because he wanted to teach the kids to protect themselves properly but in the same time tried not to make them feel restrained by the fence of the Farm
  • him being a famous assassin and all the children being in awe the first time they see him but then realising he’s just a huge ass dork
  • he totally has pizza and movies nights, at the end of a tiring training week
  • on the aniversary of Lucy’s death he tires out the younglings to the point of exhaustion because he is still blaming himself and he explains to them that it’s for their own good, because he was not strong enough and he wants them to be better than him
  • and one time he gets delayed in a mission and all the novices are on the edge because what if the mentor is hurt or dead and Shaun and Rebecca start to get concerned too and there comes an evening and the front door of the establishment opens and Desmond yells ‘I’m home, kids!’ and everyone comes rushing to him and Desmond is battered down and bruised but he has like five bags of takeout with everyone’s favorite and he apologises for being late because the queue was long af like the cheeky shit he is and Becca and Shaun smack his head just hard enough to hurt because he scared the shit out of them
  • but also he trains the younglings, as in, 5-6 yo kids and makes training fun for them, with treasure hunts and he sometimes takes them out of the Farm to nearby towns because he just knows how is it to feel bound and locked in the Farm
  • also Rebecca and Shaun staying by his side even though they got old and crankier than before, they stay together because that’s what they always did
  • Desmond giving the kids a day a week as an opportunity to spend it leaning from Rebecca or Shaun, because he learned to value both the history of the brotherhood and how to hotwire a car or how to hack into a database