and yesterday she says

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Dominique washes her hands, Paul calls her angry and rude, complaining that she laughed yesterday. Elena says she “would’ve beat Dominique with a hot curling iron.” Mark complains that she’s treating him like he’s done something wrong.

So my boss has legitimately told me that once she retires she would love for me to come visit her in the Philippines

Yesterday she was saying that she’d pay for my plane tickets and I could live for free with her and “sit by the ocean and write your stories”
And if I got home sick she’d send me home and whenever I wanted to come back she’d say “go to the airport I’ll get you a ticket”

Like ??? I honestly love her so much, she’s family and has said that I’m like her daughter and I’m just so overwhelmed

But yeah, in four years it’s quite possible I could live part time in the Philippines 😶

Living with an outdoor cat

Cat: hasn’t been home all day
Me: OH NO WHERE’S MY BABY AT??? *tells another cat to go look for them*
Cat: walks in 5 minutes later
Me: MY BABY *squeezes them* I THOUGHT I HAD LOST YOU
CAT: let go of me woman I’m hungry

Just like video games have adjustable gameplay difficulty settings, they should also have adjuatable foul language settings. All the violence stays the same, but when the bad guys get shot they just go “OH JEEPERS” or “MY GOOD SIR”

FIREWORKS IN FINAL FANTASY

UH HAS ANYONE EVER NOTICED WHAT GOES ON WHEN FIREWORKS GO OFF IN FINAL FANTASY????????? ROMANCE OI OI OI *PLAYS CARELESS WHISPER*

My wonderful friend @sailor-matcha pointed this out to me, I quote her:

❝ THE LAST TIME THEY HAD A SCENE WITH FIREWORKS IN THE BKG. THE TWO PEOPLE ARE IN LOVE AND GETTING ENGAGED ❞

EXHIBIT A: SERAH AND SNOW

OH, WHAT’S THIS????? GOLDEN SAUCE DATE!?!?!?!?

EXHIBIT B:  CLOUD AND TIFA/AERITH (srry i don’t ship cloti or clerith i just pulled whatever pics i got from google image searching ‘ff7 golden saucer date’ lol)

BUT WAIT.  BALLROOM DANCING!?!?!?!??!  THAT’S PRETTY ROMANTIC!?!?!

EXHIBIT C:  SQUALL AND RINOA

…. and finally, this.

EXHIBIT D:  NYX AND LUNA AYE AYE AAAAAAYEEE!!!!!

FUCKIN FIREWORKS and she also says: 

❝ Yesterday, sorry I didn’t give you my name and left. I guess the most safest place is by your side. May I ask your name? ❞

THE MOST SAFEST PLACE IS BY HIS SIDE OMOOOOOO–

if anyone wants to get on this one-way ship to lunyx hell, feel free to join me oi

annawrites  asked:

i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)

The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.

You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.

You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.

You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.

At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.

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His Family Doesn’t Like You PT 2

“Where’s Y/N?” Gemma asked, as she stepped out of the car.

The day had been tense. By the time Gemma and Anne woke up Harry was in the kitchen. He kissed her on the cheek and she was out the door with a bag in her hand, a bag that Gemma knew costed a semester of college. When Anne brought it up Harry shut it down, ‘my house, my rules, treat her and talk about her the way you wish to be treated,’ he reminded them. 

After some convincing Harry went out with them. They walked the streets of LA, and enjoyed their time. She wasn’t brought up and the tension seemed to fade. 

“Yes why isn’t y/n spending time with us,” Anne says, her tone full of disgust as she said her name, “is she out shopping?”  

Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “I thought it might be best if my family wasn’t down her throat all the time so she picked up an extra shift,” Harry answered. 

“She works?” Anne asked, shock clear in her voice. 

“Mum,” Harry says, “if you’re going to talk about her it will be in a nice way. She is my girlfriend, I love her. I see a future with her, and I will not have her run off because of you guys.”

“You won’t get my blessing,” Anne says firmly. 




“They hate me, they literally hate me,” she says into the phone as she walks into her house. 

She shuts the door behind her and tosses her keys on to the small table. She loved seeing Harry when she came home from work, but she was thankful to see the range rover out of the drive way today. 

“I’m sure they don’t hate you,” Sarah says into the phone, and she was just glad that someone in Harry’s life liked her. 

“They do, you should’ve heard what they were saying yesterday,” she sighs, “and my car broke down today. I had to have Stan pick me up and drive me to work and the drop me off at home.”

“Where’s your car now?”

“In the shop, it’s going to cost me over fifteen hundred to get it fixed,” she says, walking to the kitchen and grabbing some of the left over cookies, “I had to borrow money from my parents, and now I’m working doubles for the next three months so I can pay them back. And I know once Harry sees me working more he’s going to snoop.”

“Just tell him,” Sarah says. 

“No way, I can’t he’ll want to fix it or buy me a new car, and a new car would be nice but I’m not ready to give up Vicky and she’s still useful.”

“Not really, this is the forth time you’ve gone to get her fixed, if Harry knew he would be mad,” Sarah responds. 

“I know,” she groans, hoping on the stool. 

“What are you going to tell Harry? Won’t he notice the missing car.”

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she sighs, “maybe if I’m lucky Harry won’t even notice.”

“Notice what?” Harry asked, shrugging off his jacket as he walks in with his mother and sister, his eye brow is raised. 

“I’ll call you later Sarah,” she says. 

“Okay cool, bye.”

“What happened?” Harry asked. 

“Nothing you need to worry about,” she says, “how was your day?”

“It was fine,” Gemma answered, “Harry showed us around, it’s a shame you couldn’t join us.”

She doesn’t sound sarcastic or rude and Harry smiled softly, “maybe we can all go out tonight?” Gemma asked, “I would really like to get to know you.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Y/N responds, taken back, “but I picked up another shift at the diner and I have to be back in three hours.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked, “was it your car? I didn’t see it out there. I told you it was a piece of crap, how much is it to get fixed?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she sighed. 

“I’m worried if that means you’re going to be out all the time to try and pay it off when it will break down again,” Harry frowned, “I can help.”

“Of course you can,” Anne says, “just buy her the car shop.”

She frowns, hoping off the stool, “I’m really trying to not be rude Mrs. Twist,” she says, “but I do love your son and I don’t love him for his money.”

“I don’t believe it,” Anne says, “and just as I told Harry you won’t be getting my blessing.”

“Mum-”

“I’m sorry Harry,” she says, “I love you, I really do and you know that, but I can’t be the reason you don’t get along with your mom.”

“Y/N,” Harry says, turning to her, his heart dropping, “please don’t.”

“I can’t Harry,” she shakes her head, “I just-I can’t. I need to go.”

She shoves past them, the door shutting behind her. Harry turns to Anne, his mother stands, looking at just where she stood. 

“This is your fault,” Harry seethed, “this is all your fault!”

“Harry it’s for the best-”

“No!” Harry yelled, “she wasn’t after my money, she wasn’t after my fame! Y/N and I dated for six months before she even considered coming out in public with our relationship! Y/N was struggling with thousands of dollars to owe to a college and I helped her because I love her! I helped her because it meant she could pick up less shifts and be with me! Y/N has done nothing wrong, all she has done is love your son! She didn’t see me as the media portrayed me. The same media that called your son a womanizer, the same media that claimed I slept with thousands of girls, the same media that tries to tear me apart, you’ve seen what they can do!”

“Harry-”

“Yes I paid off her loans, but she had most of them paid off, yes I bought this house but half the stuff in this house she has paid for! And yes I bought her a car because she always has that piece of garbage she calls a car in a shop. If roles were switched and she had a higher income I know she would do the same for me, but you just can’t accept that!” Harry yelled, “and now you’ve gone and driven away the one women who could put up with me. The one women who didn’t care about the Harry Styles, but cared about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Anne whispered, tears in her own eyes. 

“It’s a little late for that,” he snapped.

B99 + Marriage Pact AU: in which Jake and Amy make a pact to get married if they’re still both single by when they turn 30. 

The pact is made at 3 in the morning, at the tail end of a stake out that’s been going on forever. Amy’s just about done recounting the disaster that was her last blind date when Jake brings up the suggestion.  

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, but the corners of her lips curl upwards. (She’s been awake for far too long to pretend she isn’t just a teensy bit charmed.) “Are you proposing to me, Peralta?”

“Well, it was totally conditional, and I’m not sure lifelong commitments should begin this way, but -“ He lets out a breathless chuckle, like he can’t believe they’re actually having this conversation even if he started it in the first place. (Perhaps he should’ve had more coffee before they left the precinct… Or less, because he’s definitely having weird heart palpitations right now.) “Sure, why not? Consider this a proposal.”

She regards him for another moment before sticking out her hand. “Alright, I’m in. Conditional fiancés it is.”

They shake on it, and if this weren’t so ridiculously monumental, he would be saying something about how firm her handshake is.

A comfortable silence settles in the car after that, and it’s only after several hours of much needed sleep that Jake wonders why things weren’t even remotely weird between them.

The perp still hasn’t surfaced by 5 in the morning, so they let the relief team take over and drive back to the precinct.

They part ways in the parking lot, and Jake’s about to get in his beloved mustang when Amy calls out to him. “For the record, I still expect an engagement ring six years from now.”

His face breaks out into a grin. “Glad I have that long to save up for it then. Have you seen my bank account?”


They go over four years without bringing up their pact.

Amy is 28 when Luke Mueller breaks up with her. Technically, they weren’t in an actual relationship at that point – they had only been on three real dates, but they had hung out at trivia night for six weeks before that, and Amy was very into him. Apparently he had met someone new and was no longer interested in seeing her.  

Jake finds her nursing a beer in a corner booth of Shaw’s. He slides into the seat beside her and offers her a half smile. He had heard the news from Rosa before making his way over. “You okay?”

She sighs and takes a swig from her bottle. “I just­- I thought everything was going so well! I don’t really understand what went wrong- what I did wrong.”

He puts a hand on her forearm, urging her to look up at him. “Ames, this isn’t on you. Mueller’s an idiot, and you shouldn’t be beating yourself up for anything. You’re an amazing detective and person, and you’re going to meet the right person one day.” 

It’s the mix of heartache and alcohol that makes her chuckle bitterly instead of thanking him for his kind words. “Or I won’t, and I’ll end up marrying you when I’m 30.” 

His heart stutters in his chest, and his mouth goes dry. He had thought she had forgotten about their little (big) agreement, considering they had never brought it up since that fateful overnight stakeout. (Of course, he had never forgotten about their conversation, and it’s almost shameful how often he’s imagined what being married to her would be like.) 

He takes a swig from his own drink, trying not to think about how disappointed she sounds. “Well, you’ve still got about two years. That’s a lot of time.” 


Jake is unsurprisingly single on his 30th birthday.

Beyond the occasional one night stand, he hadn’t been seeing anyone over the last year and a half. Even before then, none of his relationships had amounted to anything serious. (Turns out it’s hard to commit after you realize you’re in love with your partner slash conditional fiancée.)

There had been a brief period of time after Amy’s failed “thing” with Luke when Jake had thought that maybe something could actually happen between them, romantic stylez. (Their banter seemed to be more flirty, and her looks seemed to be more filled with longing but –) 

She started dating Teddy at some point, and they just seem so happy and settled and long-term.

Amy brings Teddy to Jake’s surprise party at Shaw’s, and Jake decides he’s finally going to get over her. 

(He doesn’t.)


Amy and Teddy break up three weeks before she turns 30.

Even if the conditions are met, Jake doesn’t dare bring up their pact. Partly because he doesn’t want to be a douchebag about it – he knows it’s way too soon since the split to expect her to move on. But mostly because he meant it the first time he said it: lifelong commitments aren’t meant to be based on stupid pacts made three hours before sunrise. 

He pretty much avoids all talk of Teddy until they’re on a stakeout a month after her birthday, and she’s the one bringing him up. 

“I ran into Teddy earlier.”

He swallows uncomfortably and keeps his gaze locked on the building they’ve been watching. “Yikes. I’m sorry that happened. I remember running into Sophia after she broke up with me. Not my best day. I feel like it’s always a lot weirder when you’re the dumpee.” 

Amy’s eyebrows knit together at that, and she’s about to say something, but their perp gets out of a nearby car, and the conversation is lost. 


There’s a knock on Jake’s door the night after their stakeout. He puts down his box of Chinese chicken salad and makes his way over. A quick look through the peephole tells him it’s Amy. 

She starts speaking as soon as the door swings open. (Replaying the memory in his head later on, Jake wonders how many times she rehearsed what she had to say.) 

“Yesterday you said something that made me realize you thought Teddy broke up with me, but he didn’t… Jake, I was the one who ended things. I didn’t want to be dating anyone on my 30th birthday.”

“Wh- what?”

“I’m not saying we should get married tomorrow. I’m pretty sure my parents would probably disown me if we did. But you’re my best friend, and I really like you, and I want to give this, us, a chance. And then, maybe, if things work out…” Her voice trails off as she recognizes the glint of amusement in Jake’s eyes.

He grins widely, closing the gap between them. “Are you proposing to me, Santiago?” 

“Conditionally.”

His lips are on hers in the next moment, and she can taste the soy sauce and ginger from his unfinished dinner. They pull apart with a smile and spend the rest of the night cuddling on his couch while watching Property Brothers.


A year or so later, he buys her an engagement ring as promised. He would’ve gotten one sooner, but the crushing debt was sort of a limiting factor. (He really should’ve started saving right after the pact was made.) 

He proposes to her in the middle of the bullpen, in front of the entire squad. Everyone cheers, and Holt wins the betting pool. 

They get married before her 32nd birthday, and Jake’s vows revolve around pacts and promises and unconditional love. (Charles sobs through most of it, but so does everyone else.)

Lost and Found // j.j.

Hi :) I’d like to request a jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already

So i kinda strayed from the prompt a bit but I think it still turned out pretty decent. tell me what you think :)

Jughead Jones considers himself a private person, and for a while that privacy was never intruded upon. That is, until Veronica Lodge dropped into town out of no where, apparently the concept of ‘personal space’ didn’t exist in New York City.

It starts one day when Veronica arrives at Pop’s earlier than usual, sliding into the booth beside Jughead before he’s able to get his tabs open on his computer.

“Ooh,” Veronica gasps, pulling the computer to her, “who is that?”

“No one,” Jughead says gruffly, pulling the lap top away from her, “no one.”

Veronica’s argument is cut off by Archie and Betty’s arrival, Veronica’s attention being pulled away from the mysterious background on Jughead’s computer.

No one notices Pop watching the interaction.

The next time they’re in the student lounge, Jughead rereading through old message threads, sighing at the amount of them that were unanswered from her.

“What’s got you so invested Jug?” Veronica asks, sipping her coffee casually.

“Huh?” Jughead looks up, locking his  phone quickly. “Nothing.”

“Is it that girl again?”

Archie perks up.

“Girl? What girl?” He asks.

“He’s got some girl as his background on his computer,” Veronica says, “I asked him who she was and he got all defensive.”

Betty’s eyes widen.

“Is she talking about Y-”

“She’s not talking about anyone,” Jughead cuts her off, eyes narrow, “okay? Just drop it.”

It happens in the span of three seconds, Kevin diving for the computer residing in Jughead’s backpack while Archie holds him back. Kevin hands the lap top to Betty, who opens in and turns it on meticulously.

“Good luck getting in,” Jughead says, “everything’s password protected these days.”

“If V is talking about who I think she’s talking about,” Betty mumbles, typing something into the computer, “I knew it.”

Jughead’s curses himself, his face pale as Kevin and Betty stare at the screen.

“I was right,” Betty says, turning the computer around to face Veronica and Archie.

“Oh my god,” Archie says, moving himself off of Jughead as he looks at the screen, “that’s Y/N.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Veronica asks, curious as to why the other four suddenly looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“She’s…well she-”

Jughead cuts Archie off by standing up, grabbing his lap top and shoving it in his bag as he heads for the door.

“Jug it’s o-”

“I can’t,” he cuts him off again, “not right now, not here.”

“Juggie,” Betty sighs.

“Meet me tonight at Pops, ten o'clock,” Jughead says, halfway turned from the group, “I’ll tell the story then.”

With those words he leaves, Veronica still stunned.

“What the hell just happened?” She asks.

“You opened Pandora’s box,” Kevin replies, “he just needs time to process it.”

Veronica arrives at Pops exactly five minutes after ten o'clock that night, not wanting to seem to eager. Archie sits next to Jughead as an offering of moral support in case the boy needs it, Betty and Kevin somehow making room for Veronica to fit in the opposite side of the booth.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Jughead sighs, shaking his head as he looks out of the window.

“Do you want me to?” Betty offers gently.

Jughead nods, tugging his beanie down nervously.

As Betty begins telling the story, Jughead fishes his phone out of his pocket, thumb scrolling through the message thread until his eyes land on the beginning of the end.

I just have to go, Jug. I can’t explain. I’m sorry.

At least tell me where you’re going, please.

I can’t. I’m sorry.

Y/N please, I can’t do this without you.

I’m sorry Juggie. I love you.

I love you too.

(two days later)

How are you doing? Are you okay?

Please just tell me if you’re okay.

(two weeks later)

I don’t know if you’re still getting these, but I love you and I just want to know if you’re okay.

(a month later)

I still love you.

(six months later)

Today would’ve been our anniversary. I hope you’re okay, I love you.

(present)

I’m okay.

Jughead stares at the message dated one day ago, his heart pounding in his chest.

After almost a year of silence, two words cause everything to come rushing back. All the feelings, the anger, the stress, the sadness, everything.

“They were in love,” Betty’s words bring Jughead back into the conversation, swallowing hard.

“I still love her,” he speaks, taking a deep breath, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“I knew you missed her, I mean, we all do,” Archie says, “but I didn’t know she was your background.”

“She wasn’t, for a while,” Jughead shrugs, “when she was here she was, and then after she left I changed it. It hurt too much. And then a few weeks ago I was going through some old pictures to try and delete some to clear out memory space and I found that one and I just…” Jughead shakes his head, running his thumb over his lip, “she was so happy, I mean, she was pissed when she found out I was taking pictures of her but she was so…breathtaking. And the next thing I knew it was suddenly my background, and I couldn’t bring myself to change it. Not again.”

“So she just…left?” Veronica asks, intrigued.

“She came to me and told me that she had to leave,” Jughead says, “personal reasons. I think it had something to do with her mom but honestly, I don’t know.”

“And that was it?” Veronica asks. “She never contacted you?”

“Not until yesterday,” Jughead says without thinking, causing all four heads to whip towards him.

“She called you?” Archie asks.

“Texted me,” Jughead sighs again.

“You kids sure are here later than usual,” Pop says, standing in front of the booth.

“You kicking us out Pop?” Archie asks with a smile.

“Nah, course not,” he smiles as well, “just got some night staff that aren’t accustomed to seeing five teenagers in here this late, no big deal.”

“We’ll be out soon,” Jughead responds, causing Pop to nod.

“What did she say?” Betty questions.

“I texted her a while ago, telling her that I hope she’s doing okay,” Jughead says, “and she texted me back yesterday and said that she was okay, that’s it.”

“Did you respond?” Kevin asks.

“No, course not,” Jughead shakes his head, “I’m not gonna blow up her phone with questions. All I really wanted to know is that she’s okay, and she is. That’s all that matters.”

“We should go look for her,” Veronica suggests, murmurs of agreement bubbling up from the other three teenagers.

“Are you crazy? Guys, no,” Jughead says, “if she wants to be found, if she wants us to know where she is, she’ll let one of us know. This isn’t an elaborate game of hide and seek this…this is her life. We’re not just gonna barge in and ruin it.”

“You’re still protecting her,” Archie says, “even after everything that’s happened?”

“Of course I am,” Jughead says, shrugging slightly, “I love her.”

“We should get going,” Betty says, looking down at her phone for the time, “it’s almost midnight, we have school tomorrow.”

The group make their way out of the booth, Jughead’s almost out of the door when the sound of his name coming from Pop’s mouth stops him.

“Go on,” he waves at Archie, “I’ll see you at home.”

Jughead takes a bar seat, resting his chin on his hands while he waits for Pop to finish up an order.

“What’s going on Pop?” He asks, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I heard you talking about Y/N,” he says, drying his hands on a towel and pushing a cup of coffee towards the boy, “she messaged you?”

“Yeah, just saying that she was okay,” Jughead nods, taking a sip of the drink, “I wish…I wish she was here though, I miss her.”

“You’re not mad at her?” Pop asks.

Jughead shakes his head, putting the cup back down on the counter.

“I’m not, strangely,” he replies, “I mean, I understand why she did what she did, she didn’t have a choice. And yeah I wish I could’ve done something to change it but I don’t blame her for what happened, all I want is for her to be okay and happy. If she’s happy then I’m happy, as cliché as that sounds.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

Jughead swears his eyes pop out of his head, his boy whipping around to see her standing by the entrance, dressed in a waitresses outfit with strands of her hair falling out of her bun. She looks just as beautiful as the day she left. He glad he put the coffee cup back onto the counter, because it would’ve been smashed to pieces on the floor had it been in his hand.

“Y-Y/N?” He stutters, his breathing heavy.

She half smiles at him and he almost falls off of the stool.

“I’m dreaming, this is a dream,” he mumbles, “what are you doing here?”

The words come out harsher than he meant, her gaze dimming slightly.

“No I meant,” he shakes his head, sucking in a deep breath, “what I meant was what are you doing back? I thought you left for like…good.”

“I guess I’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she shifts her weight, “I can meet you after my shift gets over if you want, we can talk.”

Jughead’s reply is cut off by Pop.

“You will do no such thing,” the man says, “the two of you will sit in a booth and talk, I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Pop my shift starts in three minutes,” she says, glancing down at her watch.

“Don’t care,” he shakes his head, “this is way more important. Sit sit, Chris will cover if need be, it’s not like it’s busy here at midnight on a Thursday, sit.”

Knowing there was no use arguing with the man, the two teenagers sit across from each other, Jughead barely blinking, as if he was staring at a hallucination he thought would leave if he looked away for too long.

“It’s okay, Juggie,” she says, reaching her hand out to touch his, “I’m here.”

“Oh my god you’re here,” he rushes out, intertwining their fingers together as he stares at her, “you’re really here.”

“Don’t hate me,” she whispers, looking down at the booth, “I’m so sorry Juggie.”

“Hate you?” He asks, shaking his head. “Y/N I could never hate you. Believe me, I’m sad that you left but I don’t hate you.”

“I should’ve told you I was here,” she says, “I should’ve done a lot of things differently, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he catches her gaze, shaking his head, “stop apologizing, seriously.”

“I missed you Jug,” she sighs, “so much.”

“I missed you too, more than you know,” he replies, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“I got all of your messages,” she swallows, “I just…couldn’t bring myself to answer, not after knowing what I did. And then I got back here and I was looking through them and I…I guess subconsciously I wanted to talk to you. I hit send before I really even knew what I was doing.”

“How long have you been back?” He questions.

“About two weeks,” she says, “doing online classes and a couple shifts a week here for some extra cash.”

“Who are you staying with?”

“No one,” she replies, “my mom gave me enough cash for an apartment downtown, she pays the rent monthly, everything else is up to me.”

“You’re living by yourself?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m fine,” she rolls her eyes, “I’m seventeen Jug, I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can, it’s not that I don’t think you can’t it’s just,” he shrugs, “seventeen’s kinda young to be on your own, regardless of whether or not you can handle it.”

She shrugs as well, nodding a bit.

“I suppose, but I’d rather be here. She gave me the choice, I took this option,” she explains.

“This is insane,” he shakes his head, “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“So you keep saying,” she smiles, “get over here and hug me.”

He does as she asks, wrapping his arms around her torso as they stand in front of the booth, Y/N burying her face in his neck.

He still smells the same, she thinks, smiling into the hug.

“I missed you Y/N,” he whispers.

“I missed you too Juggie,” she replies, pulling back and looking up at him, placing a hand on his cheek, “is it too much to say I love you?”

Jughead breaks into a smile, shaking his head.

“No, not at all,” he says, “I love you, so much.”

Y/N smiles again, finally pressing her lips to his. Jughead kisses her back, cupping her face in his hands. Her hands rest on his chest, eyes fluttering closed. It was as if somebody flicked a switch and happiness came rushing back into her life when he touched her.

“God I missed that,” he says breathlessly, “I missed you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, a soft smile on her face, “well, except to start my shift.”

“I’ll stay with you,” he says, “keep you company.”

“Don’t you have school tomorrow?” She asks, placing a hand on her hip.

Jughead rolls his eyes.

“I’m already way ahead in all my classes, I can afford to miss a day,” he says, smiling.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she grabs an apron from under the counter, tying it around her waist as he talks.

“I should probably call Archie,” Jughead mumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “tell him I’m not coming home.”

“You’re living with Archie?” Y/N asks, topping off his coffee.

“I have so much to catch you up on.”

“I’ve got all night,” she smiles again, Jughead’s heart lifting at the sight, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I don’t work on Mondays

Hey! 

Well third and last fic of the day

You’re probably sick of me by now but I just had to, I needed a way to cope with all these feelings (not like I’ve processed them already)

This one is set on Sunday and Monday and of course after 4x08

Hope you like it!

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SUNDAY 

(SANA’S PHONE)

(YOUSEF’S PHONE)

(SANA’S PHONE)

(YOUSEF’S PHONE)

-X-

MONDAY

He looked at his watch, he still had time before he needed to leave. He stared at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“Okay Yousef, you can do this. She knows you like her and you know she likes you. The difficult part is over. Now all you have to do is go there and talk to her. And please don’t screw up, just please don’t screw up. This is your chance, today is the day. You can do this”

“Yousef honey? Are you talking to someone?” he heard his mom saying

“Uh…I’m talking on the phone” he said blushing as if someone had actually caught him giving himself a pep talk.

He shook his head, grabbed his jacket and left his room.

“Hey mom I’m heading out” he said as he entered the kitchen where his mom was

“Are you meeting the boys?” she asked focused on the food she was making

“Uh…no…I’m…I’m actually meeting Sana” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Bakkoush?” she said turning around to face him and leaning against the counter

“Yes”

She crossed her arms on her chest and titled her head

“Well it’s about time. You’ve had a crush on her since you met her”

“What? I haven’t…I don’t…”

“Yousef, you’re my son and just like I know that you weren’t talking on the phone a few minutes ago I also know that you like her”

“I was just…forget it” he said shaking his head in embarrassment “I’m heading out, I’ll see you later”

“Okay but you better treat that girl like the good boy I’ve raised or you and I are going to have a conversation understood?”

“Yes, mom”

-X-

Noora was waiting outside her class when the day ended. They had agreed on spending the Monday afternoon together

“Hey” Sana greeted her with a smile

“Hi!”

They started to walk down the hall towards the exit.

“So where do you want to go?” Sana asked

“Yeah…about that…” Noora said hesitantly “Remember how you emailed William to push us together?”

“Uh…yeah?” Sana said confused

“Well, don’t be mad but…”

Noora pointed at something, someone, behind Sana. They had already reached the exit and were indeed outside. Sana turned around slowly and saw him, standing several meters from them, Yousef Acar clearly waiting for her.

“What have you done, Noora?” Sana asked her

“I may have told him you like him…”

“Noora!”

“I’m sorry! The boy was so confused because you smiled at him and then you didn’t talk to him and I just had to do something. Hey, you owed me one”

“Well, now we’re even” Sana said rolling her eyes

“Sana, don’t panic, it’ll be okay I promise” Noora said placing her hands on Sana’s shoulders and squeezing them a little.

“So he knows I like him?” Sana sighed

Noora nodded smiling

“And he knows I know he likes me?”

“Yes. I told him you had read the texts”

“I won’t be the only one embarrassed…good” Sana said nodding

“Go get him girl!” Noora encouraged her

Sana laughed and shook her head.

She approached him biting her lip compulsively.

“Hey” he greeted her as she got to him

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

Well, I don’t work on Mondays and I just thought about maybe walking you home?”

“Uh, yeah sounds good” she said nodding

Neither of them moved, they just stared at each other in an awkward silence.

“Look Yousef, I know you know and you know I know and I know you know I know and this is starting to sound like a Friends episode so let me start again…”

She shook her head trying to look for the right words

“You know I like you and I know you like me” Yousef helped her

“Well…yeah, that”

“So…what now?” he asked

“I don’t know…what do you…what do you want to do?” she asked hesitantly

“I want to go out with you” he said biting his lip

“Go out as in hang out or go out as in…”

“Go out as in dating” he confirmed “What do you think about that?”

“Uh…that sounds good to me”

“It does?” he said swallowing

“It does”

“Cool”

“Cool” she repeated, she waited a moment before adding “So can we stop being awkward now?”

“Oh yes please, this is killing me” he said chuckling “We really suck at talking about feelings”

“We really do” she agreed laughing

“So…shall we go?” he asked

“Yeah”

 -X-

They kept walking in silence but this time it wasn’t like before, this time it was comfortable, familiar. Still, Sana decided to break it. She couldn’t hold that thought any longer

“So…soulmates, huh?” she asked raising her eyebrows at him

Yousef closed his eyes in embarrassment and shook his head

“You’re going to tease me about that forever, right?” he chuckled

“Forever” she confirmed nodding

“Forever sounds good”

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This is it!

Hope you’ve liked it!

I’ve just realized that in one of Noora’s texts it shouldn’t say she told me yesterday it should say she told me on friday sorry but I’ve written three fics set in three different days and right now I don’t even know what day it’s today haha

Thank you so so much for reading!!

BTW since I’ve written 4 different one-shots regarding yesterday’s clip I’m going to leave here the links just in case

Here and here are the one shots set in Friday

Here is the one set in Saturday

and well, you’ve just read the fourth one :)♥

Sorry this took so long to actually get on here…I’d been typing…too much…hahaha…right so, HIGHLIGHTS! Just a reminder that what I saw was the first PREVIEW and I already know they’ve made some script changes, so until opening night on April 4th things will still be changing! Anyway here are my highlights (Re: Lauren trying not to just type out the entire musical.)

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Green Juice

Pairing:
Bruce Banner X Reader

Summary:
With the Hulk under control and the government pardoning Bruce Banner under provision of working with the Avengers, Bruce finally feels safe enough to live a relatively normal life. He even steps into the dating world but what happens when he looses control in front of Reader’s 4 year old son?

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Matchmaker

Summary: Thorin plays matchmaker, sort of.

Pairings:  Bard x Reader

Word Count: 1037

A/n: I started writing it and as I got into it I lost ideas so here is a kinda bad fic for you.

Master List

“Thorinnn,” you complain as you, Thorin, Dwalin and Fili mount your horses.

“Y/nnnnn,” he mocks.

The four of you were heading towards Dale for a meeting with King Bard. Balin had caught some type of illness so Thorin had asked you to come along.

You were an interesting one. A human living amongst dwarves and best friends with those who had reclaimed Erebor. Well, you were one of those that helped reclaim Erebor, but we’re not going to get into that.

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anonymous asked:

My humaine is sumthin called a dock-tor? She says is like vet but for other humaines. Yesterday she was out 24 hours!! Left me with other humaine but I want both!! Wen she come back I screme until she learn lesson!

:3

I hate you │4

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


summary:  You and Jungkook get close while doing the assignment until something changes
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2538
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook 
I hate you Masterlist  123 4 5 6

A/N: Thank you, everyone, for loving this story. I’m so grateful to all of you, I never expected the response to be this good, because this is the first fic I’ve written. I’d really appreciate it if anyone gave me an honest feedback. Anyway, here’s the part 4 and as always, I already have the next one planned. 


“I’m sorry, what?!”-Ava wasn’t exactly thrilled when she heard what you’d done last night. “So you left early yesterday to talk to him?”-she asked while you were about to grab two cups of coffee from the coffee machine for both of you

“Yes, and it went quite well”-you answered, purposely avoiding eye contact so that Ava wouldn’t catch your thoughts about how walking up to Jungkook was definitely a bold decision.

“When did you say you were going to meet?”

“I haven’t texted him yet, so we still need to figure it out”-you said and felt how your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Both of your hands were occupied by hot coffee so you motioned to Ava to pick it up instead of you.

“Are you sure about that?”-Ava’s surprised and dismayed expression shifted from your phone to your confused face.

“What are you talking about?”-now you were getting nervous, why did she have to make that face as if the end of the world was coming soon.

“Explain”-she shoved the phone into your face. It was so close you had to take a step back to make out the blurred lines on the screen. It was a reminder you had set yesterday: 

Today, at 3, meet Jungkook in the library”

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