and back to his front door


•Make it Alone•
Total Au story that I’m currently obsessed with!

“There are children on this street.”

“I just don’t see how this is legal.”

“And so young too, such a shame he was brought up that way.. but still.”

Jughead Jones shifted in his seat at the old fashioned Diner, blatantly ignoring the not so subtle whispers aimed his way. The flashing Neon sign reflected in his coffee cup, Pops it was called. He could feel the stabbing glares against his back as he slid a five dollar bill across the counter and gave a weak smile to the older man in charge. The dark haired 25 year old said a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to make it out the front door without having any food pelted at him, it was a welcome change from the last town he had moved to.

He hit the sidewalk and instantly shoved his hands in his pockets, fingers curling bitterly around the fabric of his jeans, a habit that had stuck with him from the long years he spent locked away in jail.

That’s right, he was a convicted felon, just recently removed from the Federal penitentiary
Facility in New York after the truth of his conviction was revealed. The time he spent in Rikers had been straight out of a horror novel, everything they said about jail? It was all true and Jughead Jones had lived through it all.
It’s what brought him here to Riverdale, The town with Pep, well.. atleast that’s what his real estate agent had said.

He made his way down the twisted roads that led to his house, it was tucked away, hidden behind the town exactly the way he wanted it. The only neighbor he had was the house just a few feet away from his, it was painted Sunshine yellow and had more flowers planted in the front yard then he had ever seen in his life. Jughead had been living in his new home now for five days and had yet to see a single sign of the person who owned the yellow house, well that was until today.

He stood awkwardly in his driveway as he watched the tiny blue beetle pull in. The first thing he saw was children, a set of twins to be exact, they came tumbling out of the car, pulling each other’s hair and shouting at each other.

“Fantastic.” Jughead mumbled, his realtor had promised no children or frat teens. The next person to emerge was a blonde woman a few years older than him, her hair was pushed back with a head band and she was clearly pregnant,

“Boys!” She called out to the quarreling children.

They instantly stopped fighting and stared up at their mother with apologetic faces.

He heard her before he saw her, a voice so sweet it could have been dipped in honey

“Oh Polly come on, they’re just playing! We’ve been cooped up in a car for three days after visiting mom! I’m feeling a little rambunctious myself” she hopped out.

The most beautiful woman Jughead had ever seen in his entire life. An angel for sure, honey wheat hair and sea green eyes followed by full lips and sun kissed skin, Jughead let his eyes travel down her body taking in the soft white dress she wore and the long toned legs that followed. Her laugh rang out through the front yard as she picked up the tinier of the twins and swung him around in her arms.

The older blonde simply rolled her eyes and leaned against the car, a playful smile on her lips

“As much as we’d like to stay and play Reggie is waiting for us at home and this pregnant mama needs her man.”

Betty nodded, pulling the twin boys closer to her chest and squeezing

“I had a great time this week boys! What do you say tommorow you take me out for ice cream, my treat.” She winked and Jughead felt his heart ache at the soft way she spoke and the adoration she had in her eyes as she looked at her older sisters stomach. There was a story to his new neighbor and he loved a good story.

As Polly piled her kids in the car she turned to the leggy blonde and pressed a kiss to her cheek

“Please call me tonight, I know this weekend was… a lot.. but I’m here for you okay.”

Jughead felt his shoulders tense, he was zoning in on a personal moment and it felt wrong, he turned to head to his front door when he heard tire against pavement. Daring one final glance back he inhaled sharply when his eyes met the new shade of green that was sure to be his favorite.

Her smile got wider when she noticed him looking, she lifted a tiny hand and waved excitedly.

Jugheads eyes widened and he whipped himself back around slamming into his house and locking the door, leaving a slightly confused and frowning blonde right next door

What was he thinking watching her like that? She was trouble wrapped up in a perfect blonde bottle.

She looked like sunsets and milkshakes and freshly printed books all wrapped in a tiny white dress and he.. well he looked like what he was… a murderer.

He shook his head aggressively taking cautious steps to the kitchen and dropping down in front of his laptop. He wouldn’t have to pay her any attention, he rarely left the house anyway typically only for food and coffee but there was always takeout and as for coffee… well he would just have to figure that out another day. He could avoid her, who cares that she was his neighbor, who cares that she was the only human life form for miles, he didn’t have time to get messed up with Pretty blonde girls with haunting green eyes.

Opening his emails he groaned audibly, another three angry subjected emails from his editor. The only way Jughead was affording his home was because people were already pre ordering his upcoming novel, a tell all about his life in prison and what brought him there. He had to finish the book eventually and the publishing company was getting restless, but they didn’t understand, they didn’t know what it felt like to relive all that horrible time and then to just simply write it down. It was hard and it was painful. But.. he had to pay the bills and his therapist had said it was a good idea to write it out, besides Jughead loved writing he already had two books published, unfortunately all that money went to legal bills.

Cracking his knuckles Jughead began typing.

Two hours later His eyes were burning and his fingers were sore when he heard the soft knocking coming from his front door.

Grabbing the bat that stood against the door frame Jughead took a heavy breath. It may be more threats, he shuddered remembering the half dead pigeon that had been left on his apartment door the day he got out of prison. He swung his front door open quickly. Instead of fighting bloody animals and hand painted threats he saw only a large plate of chocolate chip cookies with a note pinned to the top, glancing around he only saw bare woods, he reached for the note.

“Hi neighbor, it’s nice to (informally) meet you, if you need any help getting adjusted just give me a knock, I’m right next door! Welcome to Riverdale Jughead Jones- Betty Cooper”

Jugheads eyes widened, she knew who he was? She knew his name? She knew who he was and she was still baking him cookies? He picked one up and sniffed it suspiciously before taking a hesitant bite. The minute the cookie hit his tongue he let out an in Involuntary groan

“Oh shit.”

Yeah avoiding Betty Cooper was going to be harder than he thought.
A Light Left On In Brooklyn

Rec for you: this is a great little piece of Bucky coming home to steve- beautiful writing, it’s a treat to read. Give it some love! 


A Light Left On In Brooklyn by linzeestyle (AO3 restricted)

“Fury’s got nine cameras trained on your front door,” Bucky hisses into his neck. “The less dirt on you, the better.” The windchill in his voice is almost palpable, and Steve pulls back to look at him, eyes dark and glassy, and he links his fingers with Bucky’s cool metal ones, thumb running along the smooth seams where there used to be a pulse. He knows Bucky can’t feel this, but he’s watching Steve, anyway, breathing shallow and too-fast as Steve brings their joined hands up, kisses Bucky’s palm.

“You’re not dirty, Buck.”

andy1105  asked:

Hi hi! About that squirrel monkey haha I bet Kuro knew all the time and he knows where is it didn't he? Have a wonderful day/night ^_^/


[The Voltron Family PART TWO] It was one of the rare times Kuro decided to visit during his me-time-away-from-military-service as Shiro’s twin brother would like to put it. There was a knock on their front door and there stood his brother with his bag.

“Takashi!” Kuro greeted, arms open wide for a hug. 

“Welcome back,” Shiro smiled, returning the hug. “How long will you be staying anyways?”

“Please, Takashi,” Kuro rolled his eyes. “Let’s not talk about that. Where’s Keith and my little soldiers?” 

“UNCLE KURO?!” Lance screamed. His little footsteps were heard until he came to a halt, seeing his favourite uncle. He threw himself at the older man and pampered him with kisses. “I’ve missed you!”

“Missed you too, General,” Kuro cooed. 

The rest of the kids came down from the second floor to greet their uncle and after a promise of playing games and story time, Shiro got his brother all to himself by the kitchen. 

“Where’s my darling Keith?” Kuro looked around as he sipped the tea Shiro handed to him. “Did you divorce my precious love?” He looked at Shiro in shock. “My poor baby! How could you?!”

Shiro rolled his eyes. “Keith and I are still married.”

“Dammit.” Kuro cursed. 

“He’s still at work, but he’ll be here in an hour or less,” Shiro said. “I do have something to talk to you about.”

“If you’re still worried, I’m not gonna steal Keith away from you. Please, I have more tact than that,” Kuro mused. 

“Oh believe me, I’m not worried about that,” Shiro smirked. “It’s about a monkey.”

Kuro choked on his tea.

“Do you happen to know anything about an eight grand squirrel monkey?” Shiro raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kuro shifted his body away from his brother. “Hey, did you do something with your kitchen?”

“Granite,” Shiro answered nonchalantly. “We both know you don’t care what shit I do with my house.”

“Hey! I care about you and your beautiful family and obviously I care what kind of environment you live in. I live here! Sometimes.” Kuro gasped, offended. 

Shiro leaned on the table and glared at Kuro. “Where is the squirrel monkey?”

“I made a promise to Keith that I would never tell a soul! It’s a bro thing!”

“You’re staying under my roof, so you better tell me what the hell happened or you’re never going to step in this place ever again.”

Kuro gulped and surrendered. “He was so adorable, okay? Keith, I mean. When he saw the monkey he was talking shit and stuff I can’t remember and he wanted the thing, Takashi. HE WANTED IT. And if Keith wants it, HE’S GONNA GET IT. And I didn’t have the heart to stop him. So we got the monkey and then… somewhere along the way, when we looked back to check on the monkey in the car, it wasn’t there anymore.”

“Keith said you released it in the forest,” Shiro squinted. 

“There was no forest. We lost the most expensive monkey in the city, bro,” Kuro admitted with a sigh.

“YOU TRAITOR!!!” Someone shouted and both twins looked at their right and they saw Keith looking so angry. 

“Run,” Shiro softly said to Kuro, not leaving Keith’s eyes.

“Oh god,” Kuro gulped and then Keith began to charge at him. 

Shiro continued drinking his tea as he heard Kuro’s scream fading at a distance. Served him right for getting his husband drunk in the first place that one unfortunate night. 

anonymous asked:

“don’t you dare walk away.” Please and thank you. ❤️

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” Aaron couldn’t hold back the anger in his voice, the hurt. Their front door was wide open, Robert halfway out the porch as he spoke, bag in hand.

“Aaron, please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” Robert has his back turned to him, shoulders hunched, as though it was taking all the strength he had in his body to not turn back around, to not come back inside.

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” Aaron said, decisive, determined. He crossed the few short steps between them, the gravel of their driveway crunching underneath his sneakers as he reached for Robert’s bag, yanking it from his husband’s grasp.

Chucking the bag onto the gravel, not caring what was inside of it, or if it was breakable, Aaron pulled at Robert’s elbow, forcing him to turn around.

Robert looked broken, brow furrowed and eyes glistening with tears as he stood, halfway out of the door, halfway out of Aaron’s life. “You’d be happier, if I was gone,” he said quietly, believing every word that he said.

Aaron could scream.

He could shout, and yell, and shake Robert for being so stupid, for believing they would be better apart. Over the years, they’d more than proven they were absolutely useless without each other, and Aaron couldn’t quite believe Robert thought leaving him, giving up on their marriage, was the right thing to do.

“Do you really think that?” Aaron couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice, the sheer disbelief.

“All I’ve ever done is hurt you.”

All I’ve ever done is hurt you.

God, that wasn’t true.

Robert had hurt him plenty, over the years, hurt him in ways that had made Aaron feel as though his heart was being ripped from his chest, but Robert had done a whole lot more than just hurt him.

He’d been his best friend, his greatest supporter, exactly when Aaron needed him to be, always there, always willing to put Aaron before himself. He’d never really had that with anyone, not really.

He’d never had the honesty of their love with anyone.

Aaron had always been holding things back, with other boyfriends. He’d never wanted them to know the darkest parts of him, never wanted them to know about what had happened, but he told Robert.

He told Robert everything, good and bad.

Just, talking to Robert was his favourite thing to do, and Aaron had never been big on chat. He couldn’t just forget about all the good that had come of their love, of their relationship, the times he’d laughed, the hushed conversations under Aaron’s duvet during the early, tentative days of their newfound relationship, the easy date nights and the passion that had never left them.

He couldn’t just forget how much Robert made him feel loved, and important.

“You have done so much more for me than you realise,” Aaron said, quickly realising he’d been silent for too long, a worried expression on Robert’s face. “Robert, you’ve given me a home.”

Robert’s gaze flickered around the garden, the outside of the Mill.

“I don’t mean here. Well, I do,” Aaron said, thoughts jumbled in his head. “But you’ve given me so much more, Robert. I never - I never thought I could do the married thing, the coming home every night and cooking tea and watching the news together thing, but you’ve made me want to. You’ve given me - you’ve given me a place I feel like I belong, and I belong with you.”

Robert clenched, and unclenched his fists, shaking his head. “You’d be better off without me,” he said. “You’d find someone nice, someone who’d never hurt you like I have.”

“Maybe,” Aaron shrugged, knowing Robert probably wasn’t wrong, that there was another Ed out there, safe, and kind, ready to love Aaron, no complications. “But they wouldn’t make me feel like you do.”

“Angry? Sad?”

“Madly in love,” Aaron admitted, unable to wipe the grin from his face as he closed the space between him, and Robert, his husband trembling now, wavering on his decision to just up and go. “You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, Robert Sugden, and I love ya for it.”

Robert had softened now, trying to hold back a familiar smile, that genuine, real smile that he seemed to save for Aaron alone, the smile that was full of love, the smile that had always made Aaron look to the future, to the good times they were going to have together.

The good times they’d still be able to have.

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” Aaron repeated his earlier statement, shaking his head. “We’re in this for life, Robert, good and bad, so you don’t get to walk away from me.”

“It’s always going to be the good, bad and ugly with me,” Robert said, nervous again, as though he was trying to talk himself out of going back inside, of giving them another chance.

(Third? Fourth? Aaron didn’t know, or care. That was the thing with loving someone the way he loved Robert, he decided, you’d take all the chances in the world to get it right just once, because once was all it would take for a very happy ever after.)

Aaron shrugged, jerking his head toward the Mill, the home they were making their own, and he echoed Robert’s words of so, so many months ago now. “Messed up forever, remember?”

Malec Drabble - Thursday

Magnus was pacing the hallway near the front door, it was 5:30am and Alec still wasn’t back from his night petrol. They had made a deal when Max had become a permeate fixture in their lives that Alec would cut back on petrol’s and Magnus would take fewer clients at home, that was the deal.

“But only one of us seems to be keeping to it” Magnus muttered to himself as he stopped pacing to pour himself a drink. 

He angrily made his way over the lounge and threw himself down and checked his phone for what seemed like the millionth time as he sipped his whiskey. 

No messages. 

Magnus sighed and threw his phone on the other armchair, and rolled his head back to rest on the lounge.  

The next thing Magnus know’s he in his bed and being awoke by warm arms wrapping around him, their owner pulling him tightly backwards. 

“Lets fight in the morning.” Alec muttered into Magnus’s neck. 

“It is morning and putting off the flight wont make me any less pissed at you.” Magnus replied, lacing their fingers together to rest on his stomach.

“Mmm…that’s okay” Alec replied, sleep starting to fill his voice and Magnus knew that he wasn’t really listening. 

victoriasugden  asked:

17. “I-I’m… I’m trying to change into what I thought you would like… Did it work…?” :)

It happens when they’re in the crowded streets of Leeds on the day of the pride parade. Robert’s clammy hand slips from Aaron’s and flies to his chest, clutching at the front of his shirt like it’s suddenly too tight. Quick to recognise what’s happening, Aaron takes Robert’s arm and leads him into the nearest shop, away from the great mass of rainbow clad people that move as one. A staff member gives them a funny look as they stumble through the doors of H&M, but chooses to ignore them when Robert clasps his knees and starts hyperventilating. Aaron rubs a spiral into his back, trying to offer whatever words he can to ease Robert through the panic attack.

‘It’s okay,’ Aaron says. ‘Just breathe.’

‘I can’t.’

‘You can’t breathe?’

‘No. I can’t do this. I can’t be proud.’

Aaron’s heart cracks at the fearfulness of Robert’s voice. This is supposed to be a celebration.

‘I just wanted you to be proud of me,’ Robert breathes. ‘I-I’m… I’m trying to change into what I thought you would like… Did it work…? Sorry. Of course it didn’t. I’m a mess.’

Aaron crouches down in front of Robert. He thought that he wanted to do this. He thought he was ready. Aaron wasn’t bothered about coming to pride – it had never really been his thing – but when Robert had suggested it he couldn’t say no. He thought it was Robert embracing himself, opening himself up to the world.

He was wrong.

‘I am proud of you,’ Aaron says, cupping Robert’s face in his hands. ‘I’m so proud of you. You don’t have to pretend for me. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready, and that’s okay.’

Onew: *He would walk into your apartment after a long day at the studio, hearing View playing through your speakers he would walk into your lounge to investigate what you were up to. When he laid eyes on you dancing goofily to the music he would break out into a bright smile a small laugh leaving his lips* 

“You look like you’re having fun.” “Mind if I join you Jagi?”

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Jonghyun: *He’d just gotten back from the gym, he kicked off his shoes and left his bag by your front door hearing Everybody playing from the Kitchen, he would walk in and see you dancing goofily to the music while making dinner for the both of you. He’d chuckle to himself before walking over to you and stopping your movements, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.*

“You’re adorable but we need to teach you the actual dances.” “I’ll help you practice I promise!”

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Key: *He would come home from filming when he heard music coming from the apartment, hearing Hello he would be intrigued as to what it was you were up to. He would find you cleaning the lounge while dancing goofily to the song and would instantly crack up causing you to stop and blush upon seeing that he had caught you being silly with the song not realising he had actually found it very adorable.*

“Ah Jagi, I hope no one else gets to see you dancing like this.” “I’m the only one you get to be that adorable for okay?”

Originally posted by celes-tae

Minho: *He would come home and instantly hear the familiar melody of Ring Ding Dong playing from further within the apartment. He would make his way to your shared bedroom and see you dancing around to the music. He would instantly start dancing with you trying to be just a goofy as you if not more so, before the both of you burst into a fit of giggles collapsing on the bed together.*

“You never fail to impress me Jagi.” “We should do this more often!” 

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Taemin: *He would walk in tired from hours practicing with the boys for their next show when he heard 1 of 1 playing. He would find you dancing around the lounge goofily and he would find you so adorable, making a smile come to his lips and his tiredness from the day melt away as he came up behind you taking your hands and dancing with you singing gently in your ear while the two of you danced.*

“Thank you for always giving me energy after a long day.” “One more dance?”

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Bonus: Because lets be honest these boys are no strangers to Goofy Dancing! 

Originally posted by lucianas28

Eyes Wide Open All the Time Preview: Chapter 23

After he completes his dealing route, Haru drags his feet back to the cabin and the ocean is gray with winter, the clouds glowing white with the hidden sunrise. He scrubs his face, eyes burning with exhaustion as he keys open the front door.

Giggling and the sound of morning cartoons greet him; cold tension seeps away and his chest swells with warmth. He puts Mori’s bag on the coat rack and toes off his Converse as he takes in the sight before him. A blanket fort is left abandoned in the living room, along with the cartoons, so he follows the intoxicating scent of frying food to the kitchen.

Nao sits at the island with Percy in his lap, watching Natsuya cook at the stove with a soft smile. Natsuya’s curls are a wild tumble from sleep, which was probably interrupted by Gou, who does not understand the glory of sleeping in. She’s at the island with Nao and telling Natsuya everything he missed while he was in rehab, sharing memories between chomps of blueberry pancakes.

Haru steps closer and Nao arches a brow over a grin. “He remembered how much she liked them,” he mumbles, nodding to Gou’s pancakes. Haru smiles tiredly at that, blinking when Natsuya passes him an omelet the size of God. Hunger curls through him and he devours his food, letting Gou hang off his shoulders and nodding to everything she says about her morning with Nao and Natsuya as her sitters.

After breakfast, Gou leaves them alone in the kitchen to play with Percy in the living room. Gratefully, Haru bows his head at Nao and Natsuya. “Thank you for watching her, I’m sorry it was such short notice. Miho called last night about those deals and I didn’t know what to do.” He didn’t want to interrupt Rin and Sousuke’s date and call them to watch Gou – let them have what peace they can cling to, if only for a few more hours.  

Nao waves the apology away and Natsuya offers a lazy grin, assuring, “She was a welcome distraction from everything going on.” He absently wipes the island down, his eyes lost to memories. “She’s nothing like Ikuya was as a kid. He slept ‘til noon, begged Mom to order a pizza, ate that, then went right back to sleep.”

Nao reaches over and touches his hand, making Natsuya deflate with a sigh. He brings Nao’s fingers to his lips and kisses them in appreciation before saying, “At Rough Rabbit, I found old blueprints to some more abandoned railways. Some older members remember there being a railroad in the outskirts, so I’m going to keep digging and try to find a map – see if we can’t make our own path through the woods and find these Bloodhounds and get my brother back.”

Haru lifts his chin with determination. “I’ll be right behind you. We all will.” Nao nods in assurance.

Natsuya and Nao leave after that, but not before Gou embraces them. Natsuya props her on his hip to kiss her cheek and says, “It was wonderful to see you again, Princess.”

She grips his leather jacket earnestly. “You won’t be gone forever again, will you?”

His face strains to repress emotion. “No.” A smile flutters about his mouth. “I’m here to stay.”

She beams and hugs them both once more.

Haru showers off the grime of the night, steam billowing off his skin, so good that he nearly falls asleep standing up. Afterwards, he puts on some sweats and immediately dives for Makoto’s flannel, which Haru wore home after their first night together. He inhales against the collar and calm washes over him, but his heart aches with loneliness.

Haru shrugs on the shirt and thumbs through his phone, hesitating for a moment. He almost pours out his heart in the message, wanting to write I miss you, come see me, but he settles for good morning.

The reply is instant. (っ◕‿◕)っ♥♥♥ Good morning!!!

“Oh God,” Haru whispers, clutching his heart out of fear that it might truly burst because that’s the cutest shit he’s ever seen. He flops back on his bed and takes a deep breath and maybe a few dozen screenshots of the message to save for darker times.

His phone buzzes another time. I missed waking up beside you

Haru muffles his groan against a pillow, gripping his stomach so the butterflies will not tear free. He rolls over and stares up at the ceiling, stilling when an idea sparks to life.

Pursing his lips around a smirk, he opens the camera app and switches it to the front-facing camera. His face looks like death warmed over from lack of sleep, so he angles it lower and straightens his arm to lean further away from the phone. The wider shot gets the column of his throat and the sharp rise of his collar bones, Makoto’s flannel parted just enough to reveal the muscled valley between his pecs, which is still glistening from his shower. He doesn’t know what possess him to snap a picture and send it, but he goes along with it and adds the message, that make you feel better?

He chews his grinning lip when Makoto responds. Oh my god

In a good way or bad way?

YOU made me trip over Echo and I landed on the bedroom floor but it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me I’m still texting from the floor I don’t even care. you’re everything. you are everything to me

Haru’s laugh rings through the room and he hugs a pillow to his chest.

Sparks Chapter 24

Originally posted by mymiscfandomimagines

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Things begin to return to normal. You’ve know and been friends with Bucky for a while year now. Bucky drags you out ice skating for your birthday.

A/N: For everyone whose patiently waiting for Bucky to finally confess his feelings. Almost guys ALMOST!

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anonymous asked:

Gavin going through his "I'm a Master chef" phase and destroying the kitchen in an attempt to make dinner for the family. It comes out terrible, but Jack acts like it's the best thing she's ever eaten. Geoff tries to just order pizza, but that gets shut down by a glare from Jack

He totally sneaks out later for pizza. When he gets back, Gavin asks where’s he’s been, and Geoff says, “Bathroom.” And Gavin looks at the front door and asks, “Outside?” And Geoff’s just goes, “….yes.” And Gavin gives Jack an accusing look and says, “You’ve never let me go outside!”

danisavin  asked:

Chronophobia :D

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

ooc: set loosely in Medieval era, kind of xD


“And just where do you think you’re going, hm?” Tuah called out at the dark figure sneaking out of the back door to the Savin castle, and he could see the surprised look under the hood, wild curls refused to be tamed and obscured most of their feature. But he had been by their side long enough to recognise them anywhere, even with careful disguise they were donning right now would not help them. He heaved a sigh and pushed himself off the wall, sauntering towards the figure, one hand resting on the sheathed blade on his hip. Once he was a good distance from them, Tuah arched his brow and crossed his arms in front of his chest with his head tilted slightly to the side. “Don’t you think this is getting a little old, Lady Savin?”

“I was merely going for a walk,” they answered, hugging themselves defensively as they looked away. Even with the hood obscuring their face, Tuah could tell the other was pouting their lips, annoyed at getting caught.

“In the middle of the night?” He mused, his brows arched higher, chuckling softly as he looked around. “Seems like an odd time to go for a walk.”

More grunt and words in languages he couldn’t understand, Tuah shook his head. “What are you up to this time, hm? Planning to meet that flower boy again, are you?”

“Am not!” They looked up at him, and despite the low light Tuah could still see the redness on Dani’s cheeks, and he couldn’t help but grin mischievously at his teasing. ‘Ah, young love’, he mused to himself. “I was going to see if any of the guards can be bribed to teaching me how to swordfight.”

At their answer, Tuah heaved a sigh for the umpteenth times. They’ve had this conversation before, and it would always result the same. “Your father will be worried, you know,” he said, as if continuing their previous conversation.

“If he’s so worried about me, then he should’ve allowed me to learn how to defend myself,” Dani seemed had no trouble carrying the conversation as well, lips still pursed in a pout.

“Fair point,” he conceded, nodding his head slightly. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Alright, let’s get going then.” Oh, he could already feel that he was going to regret making this decision. At the other’s confused look, he continued, “if I send you to your room, you’ll only be more determined to sneak out, and your father will definitely have my head if anything to happen to you. No, I’m going to teach you myself so I can keep my eyes on you.”

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Dani promised, and it warmed his old heart to know that they were willing to protect him from their father’s wrath. Then, when they finally processed what he had said, Dani looked up, eyes wide in disbelief. Tuah answered with a shrug, before making his way towards the training ground. “The night’s still young, but you have much to learn. And I’ll not go easy on you just because you’re Savin’s heir.” He glanced back at the other, still stunned in their place. “Well, don’t just stand there. Hurry up and get a move on.”

At his words, Dani started to jog a little until they were by his side, and through the corner of his eyes he could see Dani’s head bowed slightly. “Thank you,” the words were almost inaudible that he could have missed it entirely. But he didn’t, and he let his lips curled into a fond smile.

“Of course, my help will come at a price,” Tuah grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously. “How well do you know your father’s chemist? This Iann Cardero person, hm?”

somebody’s probably talked about this screencap already but i’m????? jesus christ???????????

this is the exact expression i wear when i’m reading through someone’s bullshit. here victor’s coming from the mindset yuri remembers the banquet perfectly, so i can almost hear him thinking “alright, your parents and sister are gone. you can come out now.”

it’s worth mentioning this was also the first time he and yuri were alone together after the hot springs scene, where victor put up some sort of peacock act. emphasis on the cock. 

and it wasn’t the only act he put up that night. 

when nothing happens when they’re alone, victor decides to probe the “real” yuri out by lowering his voice and being flirty and touching him, which just pushes him farther away.

next time we see him, he’s knocking on yuri’s door, talking about having a “slumber party” in a silly manner. that doesn’t work either, so he goes back to his room and cries until he falls asleep.


can you fucking believe victor put up not one, two, but THREE different fronts on the same night? all of which might be roles he’s used to playing very well, but are still not him? he tried to get through to yuri by being everything, everything but himself, and nothing worked, because it wasn’t supposed to. because yuri wouldn’t want a front, he’d want him.

people are always talking about how victor’s character changed A LOT after the beach scene in ep. 4. some go as far as saying the change was a conscious choice by the writers because his character was so “unlikeable”. no wonder yall think that? prior to ep. 4, we’d never fucking met victor? we literally didn’t know who he was? because he was hiding even from us?

holy christ thank you @yuri for telling my son to just be himself he URGENTLY needed it

bts reaction: you cry during a fight

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jin: as soon as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, he immediately shut his mouth, dropping his end of the argument. he’d pull you in a tight hug whispering in your ear, “i didn’t mean it princess, i’m so sorry.” and he wouldn’t stop apologizing until you told him that it really was okay. 

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yoongi: your face changed into one full of pain and he cut himself off in the middle of arguing with you, “…baby?” he’d ask apprehensively, afraid to make a move. you shook your head before taking off down the hallway and locking yourself in the bathroom. he would sit outside the door telling you how much he loved you until you came out. 

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hoseok: hoseok, always the empathetic one, would feel his heart constrict at the first sight of tears. he’d drop down to his knees in front of you and beg for forgiveness while trying to hold back tears of his own. you’d quickly kneel down and gather him in a hug, both telling the other that it was okay.  

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namjoon: namjoon’s hatred for himself with triple as soon as a tear slid down your cheek. he’d growl roughly in his throat before turning away and stomping to his room, slamming the door behind him. after he had calmed down, he’d come out and comfort you, telling you that he can’t believe he had made his babygirl cry. 

Originally posted by namseok

jimin: jimin would place his hands on your cheeks, holding your face close to his at the first sight of tears. he’d use his thumbs to gently dry your tears and press a soft kiss to your forehead. he’d whisper how sorry he was and gently rock you both back and forth until you calmed down, argument totally forgotten. 

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taehyung: taehyung would be determined to bring his baby’s smile back. he’d quickly say something stupid and totally out of context to make you giggle and give you his blinding boxy smile. once your tears had stopped and the smile returned to your face, he’d take you in his arms and give you all the kisses you could dream of. 

Originally posted by hoe4bts

jungkook: jungkook would be mad at himself first, angry that he had made his babygirl cry. he’d shush you quietly and bring you to sit down on the couch and pull you into his lap. he’d hold you tight against him and whisper how sorry he is and how much he loves you. when your tears stop, he’d place a kiss on your hair, continuing to hold you in his grasp. 

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Old Wives’ Tales

Bathilda Bagshot leads Albus into her library. It is stuffy in the room, and bits of dust fly around in the afternoon light that is seeping through the thick curtains. 

“My boy, Albus Dumbledore is here to see you,” Bathilda calls before leaving the two alone.

Albus glances around the library in an effort to keep clear his head before responding. It’s a beautiful room, despite the dust and darkness, filled to the brim with books and knowledge. A stark contrast to the small stack of dated literature on a shelf in his own house…

Albus’s gaze finally slides back to Gellert at this, and he can’t manage to hide his mild surprise or amusement quite quick enough.

Albus: “The Tale of the Three Brothers”?

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DM: Okay, so, you two just following the guard captain back to the room with that criminal and your party member?

Rogue: Yep.

DM: Alright. The guardsman, uh… stops in front of the door, spends a second tying his shoe, then kicks the door down like a badass, sword at the ready and pointed into the room. He’s prepared to fight whoever is inside.

Warlock: We’re sitting and playing cards.

DM: *suppressing laughter* I… okay??

Warlock: We’re playing bridge.

DM: That is… fully in his character, so sure. I… *rolls some dice* Well, he just rolled a 19 Charisma check, so I guess he doesn’t even look up from the game when this happens, he’s super unfazed, probably because the captain does this every time he busts a perp. I… he doesn’t know how to play bridge and is still in the manacles, so you’re definitely winning.

Warlock: *laughing* Okay??

Rogue: “What the hell did we miss??”

like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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Shakespeare (Part I)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Author’s note: This is gonna be a multi-part fic!! I’m really excited for it and would love any and all feedback. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Xo

You aren’t a newbie, but your frazzled appearance might portray you that way.

Autumn air nips at your cheeks as you rush around the corner and continue along the edge of the sidewalk. Your feet carry you around other students who aren’t as pressed for time. They give you amused side-glances  as you hustle into the entrance of the closest brick building.

This was supposed to be your semester, the one where you get to class early and rewrite your notes by hand and get straight As. But one-too-many snoozed alarms later and your first day of classes has become your worst nightmare.

You take the stairs two at a time, and are rushing through the doorway to the second floor when you slam full force into a particularly solid shoulder. You’re knocked off balance and a flurry of papers careen through the air to scatter the floor around you.

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Rotten Judgement - part 3

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,564

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Shape-shifting, Mythology, Jealousy…

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments and replies ♥ I hope you guys like this chapter.

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A couple of weeks after the incident in the alley, you stood in line at Starbucks. While you waited, you glanced around the coffee shop. It was a typical busy day and the place was packed. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your news feed to pass the time. Your eyes widened when you saw the headline.

“Notorious criminal dubbed ‘Crossbones’ found dead in cell.”

When the barista called your name, you snapped back to attention. You took your coffee and found a table near the front door. You set your cup and purse down on the table and read the article. The last sentence sent a chill down your spine.

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Clueless (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @angustdissin. Hope you like it!


Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommate! Jungkook, slightly dom! Jungkook, smut and fluff

Word count: 7,469 words


You were greeted with the sound of the TV blaring from the living room when you opened the front door of your house. Although he couldn’t see or hear you, it didn’t stop you from letting out a small sigh accompanied with a smile to yourself as you untied your sneakers and put them away neatly on the shoe rack. The thick white socks you wore made your steps quiet.

As you padded into the house, you weren’t surprised to find your roommate sprawled on the floor with his back leaning against the lower half of the couch and his long legs stretched carelessly under the coffee table. He was staring at the show playing on his laptop on the table but you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to it. At first you opened your mouth to check if he needed a call back to Earth, then you saw the gaggle of men and women sprinting across the screen and gasped.

“JUNGKOOK! How could you?!”

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