books by the yard

Aaaah

I feel like I’m never on here anymore!
So, stephen and I put our condo up for sale! We want to buy a house for us and our baby puppies- they need a dang yard!
We already have showings booked and we JUST put it up a day ago! We’re hoping to sell fast lol!

More Top Moments in Early American History

- James Madison “accidentally” buys prostitutes for foreign ambassadors

- Jefferson eating a tomato like an apple at a dinner and everyone rushing off to find a doctor because Americans thought tomatoes were poisonous

- Washington and Lafayette falling asleep under a tree after Monmouth

- Washington cursing out Charles Lee after his retreat

- James Armistead Lafayette, who was a badass spy during the revolution and gave Lafayette vital information which led to the victory at Yorktown. Lafayette freed him and James was so grateful he took Lafayette’s last name

- Lafayette being given an alligator as a gift and, not knowing what to do with it, regifting it to John Quincy Adams

- the Constitutional Convention going out and getting turnt two days before the signing of the Constitution, and some of the additional charges being a broken chair, cups, and chamber pots

- John Hancock being smol

- Alexander Hamilton’s argument against hanging John Andrè basically being “he’s too pretty”

- Aaron Burr sleeping through Valentine’s Day

- Lafayette naming his ONLY son after George Washington

- Ben Franklin and John Adams once having to share a room with one bed and falling asleep arguing whether or not they should sleep with the window open or closed

- Ben Franklin taking “air baths” which consisted of him sitting naked in a bathtub for hours a day

- Aaron Burr having a knife hidden in the handle of his umbrella, and then LOSING said umbrella

- John Adams’ kid Charles once ran naked across Harvard Yard

- Alexander Hamilton losing his check book and having to write the bank of New York for a new one, while also requesting his account balance which he didn’t know, which he wrote in the check book, which he lost

- Aaron Burr hitting his head on the same pipe twice jfc he’s such a mess

- Thomas Jefferson getting a terrible headache for two days after behaving awkwardly in front of a girl

- John Adams naming his dog Satan

- Alexander Hamilton’s letters to his totally hetero bro™ John Laurens being censored by his descendants

- George Washington running for the House of Burgesses and getting his constituents totally smashed so they would vote for him

The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 


    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


:: goes out to back yard and sets out fresh water and snacks for the crows::

:: spreads out cloth on back deck, starts laying out a box of vintage gothic romances so they can air out ::

:: crow lands on railing of back deck, makes inquisitive noises at me ::

“Baby, your snacks are in the yard”, I tell the crow.

:: crow hops closer along the railing, clicks at me some more ::

“Really?  You want me to walk you out there?”

:: finishes laying out the books, walks back out into the yard with the crow flying behind me, points at the water dish and snacks ::

:: crow happily swoops down and starts eating, then calls to the rest of the crows ::

SUMMER ❀ 2015 BUCKET LIST
  1. Swim in a lake
  2. Go to a museum
  3. Head to the beach
  4. Do a cartwheel
  5. Get tan
  6. Float in an ocean or lake
  7. Vlog an entire day
  8. Build a sandcastle
  9. Take cool pictures
  10. Say YES to everything for a day
  11. Browse a book store
  12. Write a short story
  13. Roll down a grassy hill
  14. Hold a yard sale
  15. Have a clothing swap
  16. Vist a public garden
  17. Build a cozy fort
  18. Explore a new neighborhood
  19. Watch the sun set and rise
  20. Start a look book
  21. Print and frame pictures
  22. Write a letter to a friend
  23. Go for a walk
  24. Make something new
  25. Do something artistic
  26. Organize your space
  27. Plant something
  28. Drive somewhere
  29. Hang Out with the fam
  30. Spend some time outdoors
  31. Invent a recipe
  32. Start reading a new book
  33. Pitch a tent and sleep in it
  34. Go on a day adventure
  35. Take a hike
  36. Introduce yourself to someone new
  37. Break a Law
  38. Sneak into a movie
  39. Play the ultimate truth or day
  40. Make a senior year bucket list
  41. Clean out your Refrigerator
  42. Spray paint something
  43. Start a Youtube Channel
  44. Make a flower crown
  45. Take a picture of breakfast 
  46. Hang out with friends
  47. Penny Board
  48. Buy a summer hat
  49. Drink detox water or tea
  50. Go to church
  51. Take a group picture
  52. Buy a cactus or succulent
  53. Take a road trip
  54. Have a picnic at the park
  55. Dance in the rain
  56. Get a photo worthy Fro-yo
  57. Make Dinner
  58. Eat outside
  59. Have a TREAT YO SELF night
  60. Cut a watermelon in half using rubber bands
  61. Bike someplace new
  62. Finish Wreck This Journal
  63. Buy a matching summer outfit with your Best friend
  64. Spend a whole day at the mall
  65. Make a friendship bracelet
  66. Create the perfect summer playlist
  67. complement a complete stranger
  68. Eat something new
  69. Get a temporary tattoo
  70. Spend the weekend with a friend
  71. Give someone a makeover
  72. Try to go without netflix for a day
  73. Go to the cinema
  74. Swim in a pool
  75. Bake something
  76. Have a water ballon fight
  77. Rope swing into water
  78. Tie-Dye something
  79. Run a marathon 
  80. Have a food fight
  81. Write a note and leave it somewhere public
  82. Carve initials into a tree
  83. Try invisible rope prank
  84. Yoga challenge with friends
  85. Get a new pair of shoes
  86. Do something fearless
  87. Draw with chalk outside
  88. Burn something (Like old school work)
  89. Play hide and clap at night
  90. Make an inspirational board or collage
  91. Go to a friends house
  92. Try five new starbucks drinks
  93. Create a handshake for you and your friends
  94. Play catch the egg
  95. Bathe a dog
  96. Sing at the top of your lungs to your fav song
  97. Face a fear
  98. Make an instagram friend
  99. Watch a sad movie and cry
  100. Memorize a movie’s lines
  101. Paint yours and someone else’s nails
  102. Wear a dress in public
  103. Lay in the middle of a road at night
  104. Sneak out
  105. Go on a midnight adventure
  106. Brainstorm potential Halloween costumes
  107. Tell a restaurant its your birthday
  108. Count all of your change
  109. Go an entire day without complaining
  110. mentos + Coke explosion
  111. Leave a note on a strangers car
  112. Tell your parents that they are the best people ever
  113. Play a scary game
  114. Dress like a store worker and go to the store i.e. Target, Walmart
  115. Wave at strangers while passing them in a car
  116. Play tag at the park
  117. Make breakfast for the family
  118. Run through an empty field 
  119. Text a random number
  120. Do something that scares you
  121. Catch a fish and set it free
  122. Donate to charity
  123. Make a paper crane
  124. Concoct a list of words you like and dislike
  125. come up with some personal goals
  126. Try a new look
  127. Find the perfect quote
  128. Take a dog for a walk
  129. Give something up that you love
  130. Get someone’s digits
  131. Do the best friend challenge
  132. Feed the seagulls or birds
  133. Get Ice cream
  134. Give something to a friend
  135. Buy a bath bomb
  136. Go a day without make up
  137. Forget what day it is
  138. Have a photo shoot
  139. Jump into a creek or pond
  140. Host a sleep over party
  141. Become a morning person 
  142. Take a picture with a pet 
  143. Draw or paint something
  144. Write a letter to your future self
  145. go thrift or antique shopping
  146. Clean out your closet
  147. Press leaves or flowers in a book
  148. Make a time capsule
  149. Appreciate the little things 
  150. Eat completely healthy for a day
  151. Laugh until you cry
  152. Have the BEST sumer ever
  153. Compile pics and vids into one summer themed movie
  154. Complete This Entire List

anonymous asked:

Concept: Lance with glasses. He always wore contacts so no one knew. Maybe people used to call him 'four-eyes' so he doesn't feel as comfortable wearing them around other people like Pidge. Then one day his eyes really hurt or are dry from lack of sleep so he has to wear them. Queue everyone being like: 'Whaaaattt?? You have glasses?' Or 'Why do you have Pidge's glasses?' and poor Lance is just so uncomfortable.

My poor boy :( 

Mentions of bullying 

Lance was around 6 when he first got his glasses. His eyes weren’t the best and he would always get his family members messed up and couldn’t read the board in class, no matter how close he sat to it. 

His father took him to get his eyes checked and even helped him pick out a pair of glasses. Lance thought that that they were the coolest thing ever. 

-

“Move it four eyes.” Lance was shoved to the ground. His books and glasses scattering around the school yard. Lance started to stand up but was ‘accidently’ pushed back down by the kids. 

Lance fought back tears as he tried to stand up. He started to move to his glasses but as his hands reached out the them he heard a crack. Lance squinted as the boy that was towering above him, his foot on his glasses. 

“Whoops, sorry about that Lance.” Lance started crying as the boys laughed at him. 

-

Lance went home that day in tears. He didn’t want his parents to know but they obviously knew. His mother demanded to know what happened but Lance wouldn’t tell at first. He didn’t want to be labeled as weak to his own parents. However he eventually broke under their pressure and he told them about his bullies. He begged his parents not to tell the school or his siblings. 

His parents looked at him with sad eyes and told him they will do what needs to be done. 

The next day Lance was taken to get new glasses and contacts. 

-

Lance always tried to wear his contacts, he didn’t want people to know about his glasses. The only person on the team that knew about Lance’s glasses was Hunk. After all they did share a room together at the Garrison, Lance couldn’t hide it from him. 

Unfortunately homesickness consumed him to the point where he started to lose sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to wake up with dry skin and eyes, everything hurting from his head down to his toes. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and walked into his bathroom. He stared down at his contact case then shifted his eyes to where his glasses sat. 

He debated putting his contacts in, but his eyes hurt that morning. The light seem to make his eyes burn and his eyes felt dry no matter how many times he blink. 

He stared at his glasses, They team won’t care. He grabbed them and got changed and walked to the dining room. 

-

He heard the team before he saw them. They were all laughing and talking excitedly. Lance smiled to himself, just like his family. 

Lance entered the room and sat down in his usual seat next to Keith. 

Keith glanced at Lance then looked at Lance. He just stared at Lance. 

Lance shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Umm good morning?” 

“Why do you have Pidge’s glasses?” Keith asked, his eyes staring at the metal that surround Lance’s eyes. 

“I don’t, they’re mine.” Lance looked down at the table. Damnit I knew this would happen. 

Something that Lance wanted to keep in a small conversation turned into the topic of discussion among the paladins. 

Keith looked at Pidge “Hey Pidge, do you have an extra pair of glasses?” He gestured to Lance. 

“No…Oh my, Lance you have the same pair as me??? I guess that makes you a nerd just like me!” She smiled brightly at him. 

Lance bit his cheek. Everyone was gushing over his glasses, except Hunk who was staring at Lance with concern. 

Lance started to fold in on himself slightly, they were just glasses. 

Hunk took notice to how Lance was reacting and cleared his throat. “Good morning Lance! How’d you sleep?” 

Lance looked at Hunk and smiled. “I slept alright, what about you?” 

“I slept pretty good, ready for the day?” 

Lance smiled “Yes! I’ll beat you to the training deck!” Lance took off running. 

Hunk smiled and looked at his teammates who looked confused? Maybe that wasn’t the right word but the looked off. 

Hunk exhaled and faced the team. “Guys Lance is really insecure about his glasses, he was bullied a lot for them in school. Just don’t bring attention to them when he wear them.” Hunk gave a small smile and ran out of the room. 

The team looked at each other and the all mutually agreed to act like Lance wasn’t even wearing glasses. 

I honestly hate how I ended this :/ 

Sorry it took so long

I relate to this a lot. When I got my glasses last year everyone thought they were fake and would always take them during class. I hated it. 

Thank you for this 

deathordesire  asked:

I really like your books, and was wondering if you plan on making anymore, or writing them i mean?

Oh yes, absolutely! I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was twelve, and I don’t plan to stop any time soon.


Here’s what I’ve published so far:

Grovedaughter Witchery - A book of secular magic based on my personal practices, with instructions for building your magical supply kit, writing your own spells, and creating various charms and talismans to augment your magical practices, topped off with a generous helping of practical advice. I wrote this to be the book I wish I’d had when I started out as a witch. Useful for all skill levels, and especially recommended for beginners and newcomers to the craft.

The Sisters Grimmoire - A book of secular spells based on the works of The Brothers Grimm. There’s a deliberate emphasis on simple materials, personal empowerment, and spells that function as tutorials for magical tools and methods from basic to intermediate. Useful for all skill levels. (Collaboration with Anna Zollinger.)

The Witches’ Cupboard - A book of magical powder recipes, with instructions for creating magical powders, suggested uses, and possible sources for raw materials. This functions more as a supplemental work for practitioners looking to beef up the potions-and-powders section of their repertoire. Useful for skill levels from intermediate to advanced. (Collaboration with Anna Zollinger.)


And here’s what I’ve got in the works:

The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II - A sequel to the book of the same name listed above. This time, we’ll be taking a trip through the collected works of Andrew Lang, author of the well-known Fairy Books of Many Colors (The Red Fairy Book, The Blue Fairy Book, etc). The emphasis on simple materials and easy-to-learn spells continues, with new methods and new concepts to add to your repertoire.

The Grovedaughter’s Garden - A witch’s guide to simple windowsill and patio gardening, detailing how to grow, harvest, and store your own herbs and flowers for magical purposes. No yard? No experience? No problem! This book will show you how to save time and money on supplies with basic, easy-to-grow plants with a multitude of magical uses.

I’m hoping to get at least one of them published by the end of the year, so stay tuned! :)

Giant: Ch. 2

I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you.

Previously on Giant

Hovering, Kara flopped down on the water tower, her body achy from the robbery she stopped. She didn’t know how to fight, but she could overpower anyone. The problem came with guns. The little ones left a bruise. A shotgun, she learned, that could knock the wind right out of her at close range, though they were getting easier to handle, like a muscle that needed flexed. Just a few days ago, she found herself able to deflect armor piercing rounds, which was cool, to say the least.

Another sweatshirt ruined, though.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Im a huge fan of your work and your writing in incredible! I think it would be a funny fic to have bughead having a heavy smutty makeout and with all the hormones jug gets a little, "excited" if you know what I mean, so when the group barges in and betty gets off his lap they (arch, v etc) see his hard on and make fun of him - i just think that it would be really funny to see the whole group not taking the relationship too seriously and having a good laugh :) thanks !

Here you go! I’ve gotten a few messages wanting me to write various versions of this particular request, so hopefully this will satisfy those anons as well. It also is a continuation (although not really) of the “Jughead shirtless at a construction site” fic lol. You can read that one here.

A/N: Things get a little steamy, but nothing tooooo sinful happens so I’ll say it’s smutty-ish?? lol ;)

**This got kind of long, so I had to add a “keep reading” cut, so if you’re reading on mobile the story unfortunately gets cut off. Sorry about that!**

Betty set her French book on the thin blanket she had spread out on her front lawn, glancing up at the threatening clouds rolling in across the horizon as she heard the booming clap of thunder in the distance.

“No!” Betty shrieked, already reaching for the notebooks and textbooks surrounding her as the first few raindrops began to fall onto her forehead. “Crap, crap, crap!”

Before she could react, the skies opened up and the rain started pounding violently atop everything around her, completely drenching her books and soaking her clothes.

“Seriously, we were in a drought a week ago and you choose this moment to open the flood gates?” Betty cursed mother nature for her dreadful timing, her wet hair whipping around to smack her in the face as she frantically grasped for the flyaway papers rolling across the lawn.

“Bets!”

Betty spun around to find Jughead leaning against Archie Andrews’ front porch, watching amusedly as Betty flew across the grass, the rain coming down even harder the quicker she collected her belongings.

“What do you say? Be the Debbie Reynolds to my Gene Kelly?” Jughead raised a playful eyebrow, referencing one of her favorite movies, Singin’ in the Rain.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Betty shot back, squinting through the rain to glare helplessly in his direction. “Now, are you going to help me or are you going to let an entire week’s worth of homework get ruined by this monsoon?”

“Alright, but you owe me,” Jughead sighed, pulling his jacket tightly around his body as he stepped out into the rain. “I actually conditioned my hair this morning and it’s gonna be ruined by my valiant act of heroism.”

“Just get over here,” Betty yelled, not having the energy to point out that he was wearing the same beanie that he always wore over his conditioned hair, making his point completely moot.

Jughead jogged over to the Coopers’ yard, already scooping up papers and books as he made his way to Betty.

“Last chance to bust out in song and dance,” Jughead pointed out once he had picked up the last piece of homework from the front step of Betty’s house.

“Juggie!”

“Suit yourself,” Jughead shrugged. “But I can totally rock a mean shuffle-ball-change so I would say you were really missing out on-”

“Inside, Juggie, go!” Betty pushed Jughead forward as he fumbled to open the door, nearly knocking him to the ground as they stumbled over the threshold.

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“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

me: I see myself living in Monterey California in a this periwinkle blue, one-bedroom beach house. I’m living in jean shorts. I have 80’s-curly hair because I never style it after swimming. I work at a coffee shop. I go running on the boardwalk every morning and I’m learning to surf. I have a Border Collie and a pair of old binoculars to help me spot whales

me: no, actually

me: I’m in a tiny apartment in Edinburgh, and I work at a bookstore. I read all the time. I wear Wellies and turtlenecks. In the evenings, I take literature classes just for fun. I head out to Skye for hiking twice a month. I have a Brittany Spaniel –

me: no

me: I see myself in Northern Italy. I work as a server in a hotel restaurant. The village is busy year-round. I meet all kinds of people and learn Italian fluently. I visit my extended family in the surrounding towns every weekend. I browse Christmas markets in the winter and hike in the Dolomites all summer. I travel to Austria, Croatia, and Slovenia. And Greece. And Spain. I learn to cook authentic Italian meals. I sit on hilltops and read. I drink espresso and wine and I plant a fig tree in my yard. I write a book. And

me: wait

me: so I’m the owner of a bed-and-breakfast in Quebec. 

disgustingly fluffy ficlet #1

@misspaperjoker prompted me to write a tooth-rottingly fluffy ficlet to cheer myself up. It’s so far successfully cheered three people up, so here have it:


“It’s gone below freezing during the night,” Steve says as he gets in, carrying an armful of firewood. He’s glad he put the gloves on before going out.

“Hmm?” Bucky’s standing in front of the old stove, still looking half-asleep; he’s wrapped up in a huge blanket, yawning, with only his fluffy hair and woolen sock-clad feet visible. There’s a pot of water on the stove; Bucky looks like he’s waiting for it to boil so that he can make coffee.

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Prompt list:

1) “Why the hell is your chair in my yard?”
2) “That’s my book.”
3) “I love you too. Now please help me with this bullet wound.”
4) “That’s my coffee.”
5) “Yes. I speak Latin.”
6) “We had a small explosion.”
7) “I just want to hear your voice.”
8) “Yes. I know we’re stuck in an elevator.”
9) “Why did the train stop?”
10) “What type of candle should I get?”
11) “Shut up. Help me out of the damn well.”
12) “That was my favorite shirt!”
13) “Yes. I brought puppies home.”
14) “I know this is weird. But can I take a photo of you?”
15) “Don’t ask. Just take the damn rooster.”
16) “Please explain why there’s a clown on our couch.”
17) “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
18) “It’s 2AM, you want me to do WHAT?”
19) “I swear I had no idea it was your cat.”
20) “The shop is closed. Oh wait your hot. Come on in.”
21) “Yes. I’m aware the curtains are on fire.”
22) “I swear I didn’t pick the furniture.”
23) “I can’t loose you. I can’t.”
24) “I miss you way too much.”
25) “Okay so maybe I should have picked a different movie.”
26) “I hate Valentine’s Day.”
27) “Okay so maybe we’re both lost. But at least we can look at the lights?”
28) “I need to not be stuck in a romantic movie.”
29) “It’s three AM for god’s sake.”
30) “how did we get here?”
31) “What’s with the fancy outfit?”
32) “Cuddle. Now.”


Thought you guys might want a short prompt list. Just request/message me one or more of the numbers and fandom and character :)

What Was Left Behind

April 17th

School was cancelled today! Dunno what for, mom woke me up just to tell me not to bother getting up. Thanks, mom (not!). I’m pretty glad since school’s so far away I usually have to be up and ready to go when it’s still dark.  Price you pay for some fancy private school. Gonna spend the day playing Mario Kart. Mom said she was meeting dad. I wasn’t really listening but it’s weird, I’m sure dad had work today. Maybe they’re meeting for lunch or something? Sucks that she didn’t invite me then. Leftover mac'n'cheese it is then.

—-

April 18th

School’s still closed. Guessing there’s probably some major repairs or something, never heard anything about a strike. Pretty weird. Though it could be the boiler. It’s always the boiler with stuff like this.

Hang on, can hear hammering downstairs.

Um… Dad’s boarding up all the windows? Didn’t ask him why, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. There’s a crapton of shopping bags in the kitchen too, been there since yesterday. Dunno why Mom hasn’t unpacked them yet. Guess a bad storm’s coming.

Must be why school’s closed.

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Make Me

Alex Summers x Reader (Romantic)

Summary: Pent up feelings after Cuba are acted on

Word Count: 1057

Warnings: angst, intense make out

A/N: Reader is a mutant that can control plants


You knelt in the garden looking at the plants. They looked great, you guessed you were to blame for that. your mood has been pretty constant for the passing week. You tugged up the straps of the slightly too big tank-top, “God, you people need to learn how to do laundry,” you muttered, this shirt fit only a couple weeks ago, but someone must have stretched it out in the wash. You tucked a strand of loose hair into your hat and pulled a weed out of the ground, “Sorry, bud, you’ll kill the useful plants.” You said to the green stem, “But if you were by the flowers, well then you’d stay ‘til someone else saw you. You are better for the soil after all.” you tossed it over you shoulder and went back to weeding.

“So you talk to the plants now?” A joking voice asked from a few paces behind you. You recognized the tone as much as the voice, it was the tone he used around Hank, or used to use. Now that Hank was a beast – quite literally – he stopped with the jokes. Now they bounced to people at random.

“It has been proven to help growth.” You answered Alex as you stood. Your jeans were already covered with dirt, “Is there a problem with that, Summers?” you turned and raised an eyebrow at him, a challenging motion in your book.

He was smiling, only a few yards away from you, the corners of his eyes were crinkled, a side effect of the smile. He was leaning against a tree. “Just makes you seem a little crazy.” He regarded you appearance silently as he pushed himself off his post and walked over.

“Who says I’m not?” You pulled the gloves off your hands and shoved them into your back pocket, “I mean, talking to the weeds other than the actual plants.” Your voice faded off as Alex got nearer. You couldn’t get Cuba out of your head.

Not the battle, nothing like that. But when the missiles were coming towards the beach. When Alex grabbed you, a protective gesture, given that he was using himself to shield you against the explosion. you didn’t even register what had happened until after the fact when you were on your ass in the sand. All you knew is we had been nose to nose, his forehead on mine. you looked at your shoes instead of at him, not trusting yourself not to blush.

“The garden, uh, it looks great,” It was a pained attempt at small talk, he shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

“Well, thank you.” you giggled against your will. Alex, his presence made you giddy, almost as much as a trip to a bookstore. “You know, Charles explained it to me. Apparently I produce more things that plants need than a normal person. The amount of CO2 alone would be enough to kill a normal person, but of course I’m not normal, so you know.” you shrugged, “I mean, some people mutations are easier to explain than others. Sean’s is just strengthened vocal cords, and Elizabeth was the body’s natural electricity production sped up tenfold – actually more – and Hank–”

“Wow, you must be nervous.” Alex laughed loudly.

“What do you mean?” you scrunched your eyebrows together and glared at him slightly.

“You ramble, a lot, when you’re nervous.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, “Sometimes you just need to take a step back and shut up, I guess.” He smirked a little at you.

“Shut up?” you repeated quietly. After a moment you cleared your throat and crossed your arms, “Why don’t you make me?”

Alex laughed again, recrossing his own arms and giving you a look you couldn’t quite place, “Is that a challenge?” He asked with a slight quip in his voice. you shrugged and smiled slightly. He took a determined step towards you but you jumped away from him, “We are not doing this are we?”

“I told you to make me shut up, never said it would be easy.” you teased and took off towards the mansion. you heard Alex laugh and had the feeling he was following after you. you stopped when you were just outside your room, planning on using the window as an escape route when Alex caught up to you. you don’t know whether to declare it as fortunate or unfortunate when he did catch up with you and the door stuck. When you tried bolting to either side he put his hands up against the wall.

“I guess I caught you,” The smile he had was still on his face, flashing his perfect teeth.

“And what, may I ask, are you going to do about it?” you asked quietly, you pressed tightly against your door just looking up at his blue eyes. He chuckled and didn’t say a thing, just leaned in towards you, pressing his lips to mine. His right hand moved from the wall to cup your cheek and it didn’t take long for you to go from wide eyed shock to kissing him back. Alex smiled into the kiss when you put your arms on his shoulder. His other hand moved from the wall to the doorknob, turning it and forcing the previously stuck door open.

you stumbled a bit but he braced his right hand against the small of your back, you let out a slight gasp as he did so. Alex chuckled and moved a bit, you got the message and moved with him until you hit the bed.

“Shouldn’t we close the door?” you muttered when the hand on your back began to roam. Alex said something along the lines of ‘don’t bother’ in his deep voice, it made your head swim. Alex’s hands began to inch the tank-top up your waist, a couple of fingers dragging after it.

“Hey!” You heard a voice call from just outside the door, “[Y/N], have you seen Alex, the bunker is open for hi– holy hell!” Sean squealed, something that was nearly ear splitting. You, on instinct, pushed Alex away and yanked your shirt back into place.

“Next time,” Alex muttered, “we need to remember to close the door, doll.” He ran a hand through his hair and walked away, out the door.

“Next time…” You breathed.