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Feyre Archeron hated today.

And it definitely didn’t help that it was pouring with rain, which of course meant that there were no available cabs, so she had to walk home, arms aching with the strain of her art supplies and sketchbooks she was holding. And it had been a waste of time to even bring them, since the snobbish, judgemental art board had seemingly already made their decision about her.

 

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'What are the Odds?’ Part Four

Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1,575 (Here’s another long one because I love you guys! 💕 Also because I couldn’t manage to write it under 1,000 words. 😂)

Previous Part: Part Three

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Absinthe

Ginny knew it was a bad idea. Terrible even. Anyone in their right mind could see that. But then, Ginny wasn’t really in her right mind, and sometimes bad ideas needed to be executed too.

Still, drinking absinthe in a muggle pub on a tuesday night was a new low, even for her, a woman who’d known she was in a loveless marriage and yet failed to act on it. Now Harry was gone and she had no place to stay. Before she could face her family and ask for a couch to crash on she had to be properly smashed.

When she’d made up her mind and had decided Charlie was her best option for now, she asked the bartender for a cab.

“Sorry love, cabbies are still on strike this week. No fares after two in the morning.” The man behind the bar gave her an apologetic smile. “If there’s anything else I might be able to do just ask. Maybe I can call a friend for you?” The barman wasn’t stupid, this woman was not getting home on her own tonight.

Ginny let her head fall on the bar, immediately regretting that decision when a flare of white hot pain shot through her skull. “If you could tell my past self to blow off her marriage, that would solve a great deal. Otherwise, not really.”

While the barman was wondering what to do with this drunken woman, a man came up to them from the other end of the bar. “I can call someone for her, if there’s really no cab available.” It was a pale man, slightly swaying on his legs because the combination of alcohol and high heels wasn’t the most practical one. “We used to go to school together.”

Ginny lifted her head from the bar, now intrigued by the voice that did indeed sound vaguely familiar, but in her drunken state she couldn’t put a name to it. When a pointy face and grey eyes came into focus, she suddenly could. Draco Malfoy. Of all the people in the world, Draco Malfoy had to be the one to find her drunk, depressed and lonely in a muggle bar sipping absinthe. Of course. Of fucking course.

“Lune?” Malfoy was calling someone now. “Could you possibly pick up an old friend at Quinn’s?” … “No, it’s not me.”… “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” … “Ginny Weasley.” … “No, I’m not being nice I’m being human. She just had at least three glasses of absinthe.” …. “That’s the green stuff with more than sixty percent alcohol.” … “Thanks. See you in a minute.”

Ginny kept her eyes fixed on Malfoy. Yes, he had a pointy face and grey eyes, but that was where the comparison ended between him and the former nemesis of her soon-to-be-ex husband. He wore a floral suit with high heeled boots and his hair was thicker and healthier than it had ever been at Hogwarts.

“You should date Harry.” She blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Malfoy looked perplexed. “I’m pretty sure that’s the alcohol talking, Weasley. Besides, you’re married to the git.”

“Am not.” Ginny couldn’t stop herself from pouting. “He kicked me out ‘cause he’s gay. You’re gay. Smash.” She made a weird gesture with her hands, trying to act out ‘smashing’ by intertwining her fingers.

Another hand caught hers, the other supported her waist. Luna Lovegood had arrived. “Hello Ginny. You look a bit tipsy.” The warm smile on her lips made Ginny want to kiss them, kiss them until there was nothing left and then kiss them some more. 

She really should stay away from absinthe, her thought made no sense anymore.

“Malfoy doesn’t want to smash with Harry, Luna. Do something about it.” Ginny pouted and she emphasized her words by poking Draco hard in his chest. “Smash! You two should smash! You should’ve done that years ago, then I wouldn’t have married him.” Suddenly her mood shifted, the realisation that Harry really wouldn’t be lying next to her when she woke up the next morning, or the morning after that, hit her way to hard for her drunken brain to cope with. She felt tears well up in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Ginny. It’s okay.” Luna patted Ginny on her back. “Let’s get you home now, shall we?”

“I don’t have a home. Harry’s got a home, and a family and friends… They don’t like me anymore. ‘M not a nice person. I saw he needed someone that wasn’t me and I still stayed. I stayed Luna!” Ginny tried to get up but her legs failed to support her. Luckily Luna was tougher than she looked and could catch her before she fell to the floor. “I knew he was gay.” Whispered Ginny. “I knew and I stayed.”

“I know, love. But he stayed too. And you were happy. You had friends.” Luna gave Ginny a strange look. “You still have friends.”

Ginny didn’t respond, she just hugged the blond girl while sobbing. Carefully, Luna and Draco helped Ginny get up and outside, into a quiet alleyway where they could apparate.

“She’s right you know. You and Harry really should smash.” Before Draco could react, the girls disappeared with a soft pop.

The next morning Ginny didn’t wake up next to Harry, for the first time in nearly seven years. But somehow waking up next to Luna, hands intertwined and with the remnants of a flower crown in her auburn hair, that wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.

But to balance everything out the hangover was way worse.


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Leig leis a 'cheòl cluich - Wild thoughts

Hi there!

I really love music. Some songs just stick with me for months, even years, and since I’m currently “outlandered”, I’ve been thinking about writing ficlets with Jamie and Claire in situations inspired by songs I currently like. 

I hope you like it (even though some of them will be shameless smut).

Jamie fought back. He fought the idea as much as he could, and yielded only when his godfather threatened him with staying in his apartment 24/7 until he complied. A small backpack had already been prepared and the plane tickets were placed in his hand as he left for the airport, a few hours between New York and Kingston.

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Toyota Debuts 2017 Tacoma TRD Pro at Chicago Auto Show

  • Up front, 2.5-inch Fox coil-overs are paired with TRD springs 
  • Out back, Fox 2.5-inch shocks paired with TRD leaf springs
  • All shocks feature aluminum construction and internal bypass technology that helps adapt to any terrain …on and off the road …providing an exciting and predictable ride everywhere the TRD Pro goes.

When the going gets tough …adventurers can be confident knowing that the TRD Pro comes standard with features like:

  • Four-wheel drive with an Auto LSD
  • Crawl Control and Multi-Terrain Select
  • Locking rear differential
  • And a ¼-inch thick aluminum skid plate

The 2017 Tacoma TRD Pro will be available as a double cab …with a choice of a 6-speed manual or a 6-speed automatic …and they will all be built at Toyota’s plant in San Antonio, Texas.

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ナツメカズキ●「MODS」発売中 on Twitter
“シロ「春さんなんでいつもいるんすか、暇なんすか、帰ったらどうっすか」春「あァ?消すぞクソガキ」時雨「お前ら本当仲良いなぁ〜」(時雨・春・シロ/MODS) 告知絵がつらくて急いでリカバリーをはかった”

New illustration by Natsume Kazki for the release of NIGHTS BEFORE NIGHT, a MODs spin off, published in the new volume of Cab available on the 26th of April.

There's Only You Tonight

This is for @queen-archeron (thank you for the idea!!!) and @the-bookish-soul who wanted to be tagged!!!

Feyre had never known a first date to be like this.

Had never known it could be so… Well, so unlike the other ones she had been on before. But maybe that was due to the fact that Rhys was unlike every other guy she had dated – Or, in her case, guys she had gone on one date with, which had inevitably ended badly, but Feyre had never really cared. Because – if she was being honest – the guys she had gone out with weren’t people hard to get over, at least not for her.

But now… Feyre found herself wishing that this would go well. That maybe – just maybe – this date wouldn’t end with an awkward goodbye or a half-hearted We should do it again sometime! That was so clearly a lie.

Feyre often wondered why she ever thought dating would be a good thing.

But when Rhys had come to her door with flowers, had smiled at her in a way that made her toes’ curl, had been a perfect gentlemen all night… maybe she had been wrong about dating.

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i-will-go-down-with-this-ship  asked:

Karedevil prompt: five things that make you happy.

Ok. Finally! I got it! 

How long have I been promising you a prompt? I’m sorry, my writing process is a beeaatch, but here it is. 

Hope you like it! 

(There’s more Karedevil coming. I’m in a good writing spree)


Five Things

Truth

Of course she worries. And of course she has one eye on the clock and one on the news every hour that he is out with his mask on. That’s a given. Even Matt stopped telling her not to worry. He just kisses her and promises to be back.

And he was true to his word, mostly. Sometimes it took him a while. Sometimes she would go to sleep and wake up and there would be no sign of him. Sometimes she would wait up for him until the sun was up. Sometimes she would leave for work without knowing where he was.

But, at least, every time, he called. And when he couldn’t, he explained. No half truths, no “I’ll explain later”, no secrets. He didn’t keep anything from her anymore. He told the truth and it made her feel good. It made her feel like she could trust him. Because sometimes she still had doubts. Every time he sighed and spent a few seconds in silence when she asked, she braced herself. But, now, he always set himself and spoke. The truth. No matter how hard it was, how mad it was going to make her, no matter how worried she would be when he showed her the new cuts and the new bruises. Even when it made her cry. He would hold her and kiss her and tell her he’s ok, he would promise to be careful. Sometimes they would fight.

But he would always tell the truth.

And that made her breathe in, let go of the momentary anger, put her hands on his face and kiss him, thanking whatever God he was loyal to for his safety, that he returned to her, bruised and wounded, but he came back.

And Karen would always be grateful for that. And she would make a point to make sure he knew just how grateful she was that he did not lie anymore.

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Maid of Honor and Miscommunication

Shownu/Reader

Requested by anonymous :

“Hi! Can I request a scenario with Shownu where he’s the best man and you’re the maid of honor at another member’s wedding with a close friend of yours but you took a break from one another before the wedding, were forced to admit to one another that you still had lingering feelings, and got back together after the wedding? If you can make it angsty at the start but fluffy at the end, it would be great!”

Word Count: 4106
Vibes: Slight angst (?), fluff (?)
A/N: It didn’t turn out as angsty and fluffy as I imagine you would have wanted. I’m sorry ;;

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Everything was planned to the ’T’. From the bachelorette’s party to the silver linings on the wedding cake. From the penmanship on the invitations to the gold encrusted reception chairs. From the bridesmaids’ hair accessory to the groomsmen’s tuxedo cuffing. From my maid of honor status to his best man status. Everything was planned.

It almost felt like a ploy. The latter part, that is, of the bride and groom’s choice of their right hand person for the wedding.

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Nothing But the Tooth - a DaiSuga fanfic

Title: Nothing But the Tooth
Pairing: Daichi/Suga
Word Count: just shy of 4k (gulp)
Warnings: Bit of swearing, not much else
A/N: this was written for the 30dayhqwriting challenge and the prompt was ‘sickness’ 
A/A/N: This is based on a friend of mine when she had a wisdom tooth out at college, and is dedicated to the lovely man who walked her back to our house. Not that she tried anything. She’s not Suga. 
A/A/A/N: I nicked ‘sucky sweet’ from Mrs Foreboys in ‘One Foot in the Grave’

Summary: As a favour to Suga’s mum, Daichi escorts Suga home after he has a wisdom tooth removed. He has money in his pocket for a cab, so what could go wrong?

Well, quite a lot as it happens.



“Daichan!”

Daichi looked up from the programme he was watching to see his Mum standing in the doorway, the telephone in her hand. “Yep.”

“It’s Koushi’s mother.”

“Oh!” He fumbled for the remote control, his mind working furiously. What the heck does she want?  Breathe. No, it’s fine, Mum doesn’t look mad. Must just be something normal. Homework, maybe. Although why would she be calling? If Sug had a problem, which isn’t likely, he’d call me.

“She wants to ask you something. I’ve already said it’s fine.”

“Er … okay,” he said warily, but he took the receiver from her hand. “Hello…”

“Daichi-kun,” Suga’s mum sounded flustered, vague, her mind elsewhere. In his mind, he could see her birdlike gesture as she tilted her chin to one side. He heard her swallow before she continued. “I need to ask a favour.  Has your mother explained?”

“No, but, how can I help?”he said, hoping he sounded polite … and unsuspicious and not at all as if he’d spent the evening before making out with her son.

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The Shape of Things to Come

After the success of their wedding, Énora and James had bid their guests and kids goodbye to hop on a ferry leading them to Athens, where they spent a few nights celebrating their new life together before heading out into the islands for a tour.

After a good two weeks spend in Greece, roaming the narrow streets filled with blossoming flowers and sweet scents of spice, it was time for the newlyweds to fly back home to London where a trio of young and lively young girls awaited their return impatiently.

“Ah.” Énora breathed out as soon as the doors of the airport closed behind them, leaving the couple standing before a row a taxis waiting for costumers to hop in. “The sweet smell of London.”

She gave James a quick smirk before the took the first cab available and soon foudn themselves onto the busy streets leading back to the city.

“So girls first and then home?” Énora asked him as she laced her fingers with his. “I missed them.”

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WEIRD4 America’s most hated magazine surfaces from exile. Rumors are spreading. what is contained behind its damaged cover?… CF?… Chloe E. Maratta?… Dash Shaw?… Sua Yoo?… Andy Burkholder?… Marisa Takal?… Chris Day?… Social Peligro?… Jim Novak?… Mr. Freibert?… Hey Siss, when is CAB again?

Were you aware that Steve Caballero, not Danny Way, was the first skater to jump out of a helicopter into a vert ramp?

We kid.

That’s Stacy Peralta getting his BGPs this #TBT while filming Cabbie clearing the channel of the Chin ramp while on The Search with the Bones Brigade. “We have to get to the chopper!”

(But did you know we have 14 different colors of Half cabs available for Holiday? Serious. Click over to Vans.com to find a retailer near you.)

Photo: @jgrantbrittain

I'll Take Care Of You || Dean&Alicia

After getting the text from Alicia Dean, who was waiting in the airport, smiled to himself and booked a ticket for the next flight to Florida. The four hour flight seemed to be getting longer and longer as he sat impatiently in his seat listening to heavy metal to block out the screaming babies and his surroundings in general. Finally and thankfully the plane finally hit the runway in Florida and Dean relaxed a little knowing he was just a little closer to seeing her. He got off the plane and went to baggage claim which also seemed to be getting longer and longer as he saw other people’s bags going around and around… but eventually he saw his and picked it up as quick as he could then headed out the doors and hopped into the first available cab. He’d already been given the directions and the street zip code so he gave it to the drivers and sat back for another long but excitable journey because he was going to see her as soon as he got out the cab and he didn’t have to wait any longer. As he sat there analysing his feelings since he had nothing else to do it became apparent to him that he hadn’t felt like this about anyone else ever, friends, girlfriends, crushes, everything just seemed so much better when it came to her. It baffled him how excited he was to see her and they weren’t even dating, could she be the one? Thats something he was excited to find out the more they got to know each other, he just hoped it was true. What about if he fell for her and she wasn’t there to catch him? Whatever was to happen in the end Dean wanted to take the risk, she was so worth it. He asked the driver to stop at a flower shop so he could choose her something out to make her smile so when he got in there he found something he thought she’d like and wrote the card to put inside while he was in there, he thought for a moment before writing ‘I hope these make you smile because I like seeing you smile, get better darlin, Jon xx’ even though he was going to be there he thought the card would be a nice little touch. Then he went to another store while the cab driver waited and brought her a nice and soft big blanket and the remake of 'Evil Dead’ since he’d never watched it and knew she liked horror movies, she probably had it but he thought he’d get it just in case. It seemed like heavens gates when the cab driver parked on the pavement next to Alicia house and Dean pulled the money from his wallet as fast as he could. After exiting the cab and got his suitcases he looked up at her house for a moment whilst the cab driver drove away, he nodded in approval at how big it looked, he was impressed. He couldn’t wait any longer admiring brickwork, he wanted to go and see her so he quickly walked up the path to her house and finally knocked the door feeling like it had taken him a week to get there. The anticipation certainly made everything take so longer than it usually would.