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Every Night ch. 3

Alex Hoegh Andersen x OC Sunny

Summary: Alex and his friends have to intervene…

Warning: Verbal and physical abuse

A/N: This took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Chapter 4 is done and I might get to post it tonight. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get Chapter 5 knocked out.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (AO3 Link will be added later)

Originally posted by alexhoghsource

               The following Saturday, Alex didn’t pay attention to the time. Marco, Jordan, Alexander and a couple of his friends from back home crashed the flat. The testosterone overload drank and played billiards and loud music. They also took turns playing first person shooter video games on the flat screen.

               Just before 2 a.m., a banging on the door interrupted the fun. Damon stood shirtless and fuming as Marco opened the door. “Yeah?”

               “Can you degenerate lot quiet the fuck down? Some of us actually sleep at night.”

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Reminiscing

My childhood Saturdays followed a predictable schedule. Swimming lesson in the morning, followed by a trip to the library. If my dad was driving, he would take us to Macdonalds for lunch, and to buy pic n mix from Woolworths afterwards. Then we’d come home clutching our sweets and spend the afternoon reading our new library books.

If my mum was away with work for the weekend, my dad, my sister and I would get to have Ready Meals for Saturday tea. I’d either go for a microwave lasagne or a sweet & sour pot noodle. AND we’d get to eat them on trays on our knees in the lounge watching Saturday evening TV (anyone remember Gladiators?! Also I think, Superman was on, and Baywatch). It was the ultimate treat.

EFQ’s Follower Participation Days

We will be having another Follower Participation Day tomorrow, Saturday (10/21) and Sunday (10/22). Be on the lookout. We’d appreciate any help!

For this round, we continued the numbers from where we left off, so there is no confusion on what questions are being answered.   Please take a look at the questions from past posts, in addition to the ones posted this week to see if there are any you can help us with.  Thanks so much for any help that you can give us!

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Derek hale has soft hands pass it on

Personal headcanon Derek Hale uses an almond milk and honey blend moisturiser for his hands because the lady in the mall told him it was “guaranteed to make you feel special”. 

Derek felt guilty buying it. He has no right to own something this nice but he uses it anyway. He loves the way it makes his skin feel; how soft his hands are with it and the wonderful, heavenly smell it gives off. 

He never wears it around the pack but it’s just his luck the one day he decides to go all out and pamper himself with it - lotioning himself up from head to toe - Stiles is practically breaking down his door, insisting he’s had “the biggest breakthrough you’ve ever seen, Derek” on the current Selkie case. 

Derek is just thankful Stiles has a human nose when he’s forced to let him in but that doesn’t mean Stiles isn’t going to notice: this is Stiles, after all. He doesn’t need a werewolf nose to be the most observant one in the room. Derek thinks about jumping in the shower and scrubbing away as much of the moisturiser he can but he feels so good and it isn’t fair he has to wash off his special treat just because Stiles chose to show up uninvited at nine in the freakin’ morning.

So he braves it. Meets Stiles at the door and glares the moment Stiles opens his mouth to make a comment. Derek’s aware he’s blushing and he crosses his arms, scowling. So what? he wants to say, but the guilt is eating him alive, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to hear Stiles ask why Derek is having a spa day. He doesn’t want to hear a goddamn thing. 

Derek is certain Stiles spends the entire two hours he’s at the loft holding back joke after joke - Derek is surprised he manages to hold back any comment that pops into his ridiculous head at all - but as he goes to leave, Stiles only looks at him, a determined look in his eyes as he says, “you deserve good things, you know.” 

Derek spends an entire week not knowing what to do with that. 

It all comes to a head when he opens his bedroom door the following Saturday, only to see a gift basket at his feet. At first, Derek goes on high alert. Someone broke into his home and he didn’t notice. Is he sick? It’s only when he sees the card, clearly in Stiles’ hand writing, that he relaxes (pointedly ignoring the fact the only reason Stiles could have managed to break in without waking Derek up is because Derek, and every one of his heightened senses, trusts him completely. The thought is utterly terrifying.)

Derek, the card reads, I thought you might like these. Your friendly neighbourhood skin-care hero, Stiles. 

Derek begins to roll his eyes but there is no one around, so he smiles instead. Inside the basket are five different scented body butters. One is labelled ‘milkshake’ which makes Derek shake his head and grin further because of course Stiles picked up a body butter called ‘milkshake’. Derek is just surprised he didn’t manage to find one that smelled of curly fries too. Placing all the items carefully in his bathroom cabinet, he reads the card once more and stashes the basket under his bed, leaving the card inside. 

Four days later, he calls Stiles up and asks him if he wants to come over and watch a movie. The Selkie problem has officially been dealt with and Derek can’t deny he wants to see Stiles. He always wants to see Stiles (and isn’t that thought even more terrifying than the last one). 

It takes Sties exactly six minutes to notice which scent Derek is wearing - the milkshake one (which Derek will admit to himself he did on purpose) - and if Stiles spends the whole movie with his face pressed to Derek’s neck because “milkshakes are my weakness, dude, you can’t judge me!” Derek is definitely not going to complain. Especially when Stiles takes his hand half an hour later and blames it on the fact it would be “a crime not to hold someone’s hand when it’s this soft!”  

When the credits begin to roll, his stomach churning, Derek turns to face Stiles and plans to prove just how soft his hands can be, gently placing them on each side of Stiles’ face. 

“Derek, what are you-” Stiles begins to ask, just as Derek slowly leans in to him.

“I’m about to kiss the guy of my fucking dreams,” he says, a little too honestly. He raises an eyebrow. “Problem?”

Stiles grins. “None whatsoever,” he whispers, shaking his head and laughing nervously - it’s adorable - as Derek closes the remaining space between them.  

Chapter 210 thoughts.

Chapter 210 has become one of my favorites. I love it that we got to see tianshan communicate, be playful, help each other out, flirt and he tian’s loving looks warmed up my heart. The theme of this chapter is trust. 

Let’s dissect it a bit: 

First panel, He Tian has woken bright and early and was already somewhere close to Guan Shan’s house waiting for him. He waits 30 minutes before he makes the phone call to question where Guan Shan is at. For He Tian standards, he’s pretty calm. I think we would have expected He Tian to call him within 5 minutes since we know he has a temper, but this time he kept his cool and actually waited around. His tone is pretty calm as well, maybe he’s worried that something happened to Guan Shan? 

Second panel is fanservice for sure from Old Xian, look at that baby fox just sprawled on the bed half naked. yup, this is a bl folks! check out what He Tian is getting to touch! AnywAys….


Now we officially know who is the the one to sleep in and who’s the morning person. I suspect that He Tian is the one who sleeps very little and it takes him a while to get to sleep while for Guan Shan, he could fall asleep anywhere for hours and is definitely not a morning person. Can you imagine He Tian laying in bed, smoking his first cigarette of the day, watching Guan Shan sleep and thinking he’s the luckiest guy in the world because he has such an amazing boyfriend by his side? ah, my heart <3

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This is a very quick transcription of a basic spirit gratitude ritual that we do here for our companions at MM. Note that this may not work for every entity (some of our darker counterparts have said something along the lines of “Come on, what am I? An Overlord of Cake?” though most get the gesture and that is what matters.)

This is a small dedication ceremony, so the purpose is to give thanks, and to assert (for the first time, or again on an anniversary/birthday, etc) your intentions with them and what you hope the friendship blossoms into.

You can absolutely do your own variation of this, make it into a party, or really make it yours!

What you will need:

Three Plates/Bowls/Platters

A Coin

Two tealights or small multipurpose candles

Incense or Singular Purpose (Not used elsewhere) Candle

Cinnamon

Tea or Wine (Water if you have neither, or milk if you prefer)

Offerings such as Cake, Candy, Crystals, Seeds, Flowers, etc.

A hand-drawn sigil or heart that has been cut out of the original paper or is on a smaller piece of paper.


Steps:

1. Lay the three vessels out. Two of them are for any food items you may have or wish to share, so if you aren’t sharing, you will not need them both. We usually share, as it feels more communal that way, which is an energy many entities like. This is up to you and your friend!  Arrange them in a triangle with one at the top and two diagonally out from either side. 

2. Place and arrange any food items or personal offerings on the two plates, serving them first, and then yourself. If you are using gems, or something inedible, you may still do this symbolically if you wish.

3. Place the two candles on either side of the top plate. Welcome your entities forth as you cleanse the space and consecrate it. Take this time to ground and shield so that you are interacting only with the energies you are welcoming into the space.

4. The Dedication - Have the coin, incense or single use candle, cinnamon, and wine/beverage handy. You may change the phrasing if you wish! State “This is my dedication to you, ____. These are the promises I wish to keep to you, as a friend, as a companion, and as a human counterpart. I thank you so much for choosing to stay here with me, and to help me on my Earthly journey. I value you and look forward to growing alongside you. – Insert any personal dedications here-

5. Place the coin on the top plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this coin symbolize the wealth of our friendship, and the richness that comes from having you in my life.

6. Light the candle or incense and place it on the plate. [Dorm folks can use battery candles!] Say something along the lines of “As this flame alights, I thank you for providing a guiding light and inspiration in my life. Let it symbolize the enlightenment that comes from our friendship.

7. Place the cinnamon on the plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this cinnamon represent the grounded, sturdy nature of our friendship, and the sweetness that comes from working with one another.”

8. Place the beverage on the plate. Say something along the lines of “As the river nourishes the earth and allows for growth, so do we inspire growth and enlightenment in one another. Take this libation as my thanks for being a teacher and a friend.”

9. Lastly, place the hand-drawn figure or sigil on the plate. Say something like “Let this sigil represent the time and effort I dedicate to you as you have dedicated to me. This friendship involves work and passion on both parts, and this is my dedication to you that I will do what it takes to show you the love and respect you have shown to me

10. Say any further prayers or dedications, and feel free to bring out tarot cards at this point and allow them to communicate through that or other mediums of scrying or divination. Leave out the offerings as long as you like, bury them in the earth, or consume them if the entity is understanding and if you cannot afford to waste. Know that portions of offerings do not need to be huge, it truly is the thought that counts. 

Note that you can also use apps such as Ghost Radar or Echovox if you use those types of programs, as communication seems to pick up at this time. 

We like to do this on saturdays and follow it with divination, wine/beer, and treats. You can also do it with other spirit companion friends of yours and bring different entity families together! This may not be the perfect schematic for all spirit families, depending on cultures, needs, and preferences, but hopefully it will give you a good outline!

We wish you much love, light, and laughter!

-MM

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Old Souls (Part 6)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x some Steve Rogers 

Word Count: 3,481

Warnings: FLUFF, a little angst I think

A/N: We got Cap up in this episode ya’ll. Towards the end lol. Also, this episode does not talk about the reader’s  past. Not yet. I know, I know, but you’ll forgive me once you read this part I promise. We’ll get there. It’s for the good of the story. (It’s 1 AM HERE AND I’M RUNNING ON FUMES I NEED TO WAKE UP IN 4 HOURS. SOMEONE STOP ME.)

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pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

prompt: lol u both try to surprise each other at the same time

warnings: swearing, fluffy (v sweet!!! you might get a toothache!!!), suggestive ;)))))))) 

words: 1,783

a/n: i !!! love !!! this !!! i’m gonna do a laf one like this kinda soon. pls feel free to leave requests! i love the ones you guys have been giving me xoxoxoo lemme know whatcha think/like/want 

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“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.

You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:

Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?

You instantly smiled, tweeting back:

@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually

He fired back:

@Y/N that’s a first ;)

You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.


from: lin

i miss u :,(

to: lin

pls don’t make me cry i’m in public

from: lin

i’ll be home soon!!

to: lin

you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself


Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.


from: lin

true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…


You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:


to: lin

you’re so full of yourself

from: lin

you would be full of me too if i were home


You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.


to: lin

how many days till you’re home?

from: lin

just over a month

from: lin

so far to many


You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.

Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.


That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.

You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.

“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.

You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.

As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.


The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.

Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.

“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.

You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.

Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.

You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.

Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.

Wait.

That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.

In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.

“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.

You felt your phone jolt. Lin.

Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.

“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.

“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.

“What? I’m not home,” he said.

Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”

“Where are you?” He questioned.

“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.

You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”

“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.

“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.

“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.

“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.

You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you sighed.

“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.

You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.

“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.

He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.

Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.

Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.

On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.


to: lin

landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u


You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.

Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.

You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”

The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.

God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.

“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.

He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“

Title: “How much champagne did you have?” (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter and the reader are the two youngest at Tony’s party, a party full of alcoholic beverages that youngsters shouldn’t drink. 

Word Count: 1750

Warnings: Underage Drinking don’t do it

A/N: I love Peter lol we all know this. I hope you enjoy this fun lil stark reader imagine! 

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Second Choice || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Can you do 5.‘say it again’, and 37.'I’m sick of being the other girl’ with Jughead ? <3

A/N: I feel like this is kinda OOC and short, so I hope it’s alright!

Gif: @dailycwriverdale

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“Aw, say it again, Jug!” Veronica said.

Jughead looked up.

“What? “Bets?”” he asked.

Veronica squealed.

“Yeah! That’s such a cute nickname! What do you call him, Betty? “Juggie?”” she asked.

Jughead and Betty, who were sitting across from you and Veronica, looked down and Veronica’s eyes widened as she realized she was correct. She squealed again and you frowned, sinking lower in your chair in the booth. You know Veronica meant no harm. She was happy for her best friend. Betty and Jughead had just announced they were dating and you couldn’t stand it. Probably due to the fact you were madly in love with Jughead. He was your best friend. You were happy for Betty, truly you were, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely jealous. What did she have that you didn’t? Oh right. Jughead. There was also the problem of Jughead blowing off plans with you to hang with Betty, claiming he had forgotten about pre-made plans with her. Whether he meant to blow you off or not didn’t matter. The fact that he did was the cause of your pain. Not wanting to ruin your Saturday evening (or the new couple’s) you got up, pulling your jacket on.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” Jughead asked, sitting up ever so slightly.

You sighed.

“Home. I’m not feeling so hot.” You said. It wasn’t a total lie. Seeing Jughead and Betty getting all cuddly made you sick to your stomach.

“You sure? Will we see you at the game later?” Betty asked.

You smiled softly at her. You knew it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t Jughead’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Hell, there was no fault. This was just how life worked sometimes.

“Probably not,” you told her. “I’ll see you guys Monday, okay?”

Jughead was about to respond but you left quickly, not wanting to stay another minute. Hopefully Monday would be better.

You were wrong. Monday came in and smacked you in the face with Jughead and Betty being all lovey-dovey. You couldn’t escape it. It seemed that everywhere you looked they were there. Whether it be little kisses, holding hands, or gazing into each other eyes, it didn’t matter. All of them hurt your heart just the same. Hanging out at the Blue & Gold office didn’t help either. Jughead giving Betty hugs from behind as she giggled, whispering something into his ear. You clenched your teeth at the sight of them before abruptly announcing you were going to Pop’s.

“We’ll join you!” Betty said, packing up her things.

Oh, for the love of—

“If it’s okay with you.” she clarified, noticing your expression.

You felt bad so you plastered on a fake smile.

“Sure, why not? I could use some company.” You said.

Betty smiled as she took Jughead’s hand, the two whispering loving remarks to each other as they walked behind you. Your fake smile faded. You were about to scream. Then you remembered your and Jughead’s plans for tomorrow and perked up. Jughead had texted you on Sunday apologizing for his behavior recently and promised to hang out with you the following Saturday. Watching classic movies and critiquing them. Like old times. You readily accepted.

By the time the three of you had gotten to Pop’s, you were happier, chatting with the two of about the Blue & Gold and its upcoming stories, and even about the couple’s recent dates. You felt like nothing could ruin your mood.

“And then this Saturday, we’re going into the city to watch a concert! I was able to convince my mother to let me go with Jughead, and I can’t wait. It’s our favorite band!” Betty said.

You froze.

“Saturday? As in next Saturday?” you asked slowly.

“Yeah.” Jughead said.

You deflated.

“Jug, you said we were going to hang out Saturday. Remember? You promised.” you said.

Jughead froze as he suddenly remembered.

“Oh, son of a— I’m sorry, Y/N. Listen, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he asked, eyes sincere.

But you didn’t care. You scoffed and you began to feel the hot sting of tears.

“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. And before that,” you said, arms crossed.

Betty and Jughead were silent. That was it. You were done.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You said as you got up and began to make your way to the exit.

“Wait—“

“Y/N—“

Jughead reached out but you moved your arm away from him as if you had been burned.

I’m sick of being the other girl! Okay?! I’m done!” you exclaimed before running out of the diner. 

The two of them didn’t follow you. You shuddered in the cold air, a couple tears trickling down your cheeks as you began to make your way home. You were fine. You didn’t need them. And you especially didn’t need Jughead.

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A/N: I’m exhausted; that’s all I’m going to say. xD

i-love-shiro-deactivated2017092  asked:

Sooo... How about the fam having a nice day at the zoo? You know, Keith gets to see some Hippos, Lance casually says that one particular Hippo reminds him of Daddy Keith? :D Also, consider this: Hippo puns. Hippocrite, Hippochondriac, Hippothesis...

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was driving home from work, when his rock playlist stopped to give way to Keith’s upcoming call, so he clicked the accept button on his car screen.

“You would not believe what Zarkon just told me,” Keith said on the other line not bothering to wait for Shiro. The kids were with the Galra because they didn’t have school for the day. “So apparently, our kids said they haven’t been to a zoo and Zarkon just called out on me! On us! Saying we were depriving our babies of a beautiful childhood! And you know what he said?? He said he even took his kids to a zoo! IN SRI LANKA! They’re Italians, Takashi!! ITALIANS!”

Shiro couldn’t help but be amused at how Keith was so riled up. “The kids are Russians though,” he corrected.

“That’s not the point!” Keith cried out, then cursed, “Dammit. Stupid asshole doesn’t know how to stay in their lane.”

“Keith? Are you driving?” Shiro asked with a chuckle as he took a turn.

“Yeah,” Keith answered and with a sultry voice he added, “Race you home?” 

“Oh, babe,” Shiro cooed. “What did we say about flirting while driving?”

“Too late, just passed by your Range Rover!” Keith laughed. “Suck my—”

“—Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Kogane!” Shiro grinned so wide as he pushed the pedal. Hearing his husband’s laughter, Shiro snorted. “Loser gets to wash the other’s back later in the showers.”

“Oh, babe,” Keith mocked. “Now that makes me want to lose on purpose.”

—-

The following Saturday, the whole family went to the local zoo and the kids were ecstatic. They were by the ticket booth and Lance wouldn’t stop jumping around.

“Buddy, save the energy for later,” Shiro tapped his 6-year-old’s head. 

Lance was so giddy that he couldn’t contain his smile. “It’s my first time! And Hunk’s too! And Pidge’s!” He looked around and then back at Shiro again. “Will there be dinosaurs?!”

“I’m afraid they’re extinct, captain.” Shiro frowned.

“Extinct? What’s that?” Lance asked.

“It means they’re dead, Lance,” Pidge answered, rolling her eyes. She squeezed Shiro’s hand and looked up, “Daddy Shiro…” without saying anything else, Shiro picked her up.

“You’re so spoiled,” Lance crossed his arms. Pidge just stuck her tongue out.

—-

Shiro was exhausted and they haven’t even toured half of the zoo. The kids, however, had unlimited energy. He was glad he brought two cameras that day because his first one was almost full. Forgive him if he found everything his kids do adorable and he just had to take a photo. Especially after the marine animals sections, he was able to capture a dolphin staring at Keith. Honestly, he wouldn’t even blame the dolphin at this point if it was taken with his husband too. 

Their next stop was the Hippo Cove. Hunk and Lance ran together holding hands and if Shiro took a photo, well, no one had to know except the whole world when he publishes their photos. 

“No running, kids!” Keith called out and sighed knowing how futile it was. 

The place was packed with so many kids and parents that little Hunk was lucky enough to squeeze himself between two adults in front of the glass for viewing. Shiro picked up Pidge so she could look over the heads, Lance was running around trying to find an empty space for him but he was growing restless by the second. He was about to call him out so he could join Pidge, when Keith tapped the little boy.

“C’mon, up you go,” Keith spread his arms out and Lance beamed so wide, jumping into Keith’s arms. Shiro wanted to cry because he wasn’t able to take a photo of that adorable moment. He’d just have to suck it up and immortalize it in his mind.

Keith stood beside him with Lance, the little boy’s arms around Keith’s neck whispering “Closer, closer! Closer!”

A loud giggle came out of Lance’s mouth when he pointed at one hippopotamus in a corner. “That hippo looks just like you, Daddy Keith!”

“Excuse me?!” Keith snapped his head towards his son, clearly offended.

Shiro turned towards the direction where Lance pointed and he couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. The hippo in question had leaves on its head, making it look like an emo hippo brooding in a corner. 

Lance laughed so hard. “He has long hair just like you and you always look like this,” the boy scrunched up his nose, knitted his eyebrows and frowned. “What do you mean we ran out of milk?!” 

Shiro had to hand it to Lance, he made a pretty good impression of Keith looking grumpy in the morning. He expected Keith to be insulted and yet he was surprised when Keith grinned so wide and bumped noses with Lance.

“That was really tonto, you know?” Keith couldn’t contain his fondness as he gave Lance a soft peck which made the little boy beam and hug him tighter. 

Shiro was dying. It was too cute. It wasn’t fair.

“Hey, Keith!” As soon as Keith and Lance turned their heads towards him, he continued, “How can you get a hippo to do whatever you want?”

“What?” they both asked.

“Hipponotism,” Shiro laughed and he could see Hunk, Pidge and Lance roll their eyes at his stupid joke but not Keith. 

Keith was stupidly smiling at him and if Shiro leaned in to kiss his husband in public in a damn Hippo Cove, well, he was glad there were people to witness it.

UPCOMING BREAK

That’s right! Underline is taking a break! FOR ONE WEEK! Starting after the weekend goatline updates! We might be able to update again on the following weekend with more goatline, but we shall see how that goes!

Dusty is going on a week long holiday and we cannot find enough spare time to make any extra updates for the time away. So the easiest thing to do instead of stressing about it, is to take a much deserved break!

I’m gonna use my time to play some video games, I will end up drawing while Dusty is away. But I don’t think I’ll get much done.

Anna and I will be taking care of the inbox as well as we can. But as usual we won’t answer most asks publicly unless we feel that everyone needs to know the information.

;3 So remember! We’re updating until SUNDAY! Then we’re not updating until the following SATURDAY!

Break Ups and Being Cliche || j.j.

this is my first riverdale imagine lmao. tell me what you think about it. :) unedited btw lmao -r

Warnings/Contains: fluff i guess lmao, cursing

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“So, it’s almost a week…” Veronica said slowly as she fiddled with her fingers, not knowing what to say.

You nodded your head, forcing a smile to your face. “Yeah,” you said. “Time flies so fast, doesn’t it?”

Betty looks at you uneasily, not sure if you three should talk about this topic. You and Jughead had recently broke up a week ago as mentioned. You two are still friends and planned to keep that way. No more, no less. You two have broken up in good terms, wanting to be happy. But you were never happy after the break up. You only forced the smile and laughter, not wanting to cause drama.

“Y/N,” Betty said. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Of course, Betts.” You smiled at the blonde. “We’re still friends, at least.”

Veronica sighed. “You don’t have to keep it all inside.” Veronica said, frowning. “No one ever got in to a break up without being sad.”

“Jughead.” You simply answered and sighed.

Veronica and Betty shared a look. The clad crowned beanie boy was actually pretty whipped or swoon as Veronica would say but you actually did not know that.

You were the first girl he ever trusted with everything, the first girl he ever loved. Everyone thought it was obvious; Jughead denied it but he knew that everyone knows.

“You don’t know that,” Betty said as she frowned.

“Yes, I do.” You sighed. “He was the one who broke it off, alright?”

You heard the bell irrupted into its signature sound, causing you to look up and see the boy you were just talking about to Betty and Veronica.

“I have to go,” You mumbled as soon as you saw Jughead slid into his booth.

You slid off your seat and walked to the door, not bothering to greet Jughead as you pass by him. You pushed the door open and went out.

“Clearly, she is not happy about this.” Betty said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Veronica shrugged. “We have to do something.”

“I miss the old Y/N that brings smiles to everyone’s faces.” Betty said, sighing and Veronica nodded.

“Let’s do this.”

And so they called Jughead’s best friend, Archie. The two told Archie about their friend and Archie said the same thing about Jughead. All Jughead did was write and write and write, not doing anything but write. Barely touching food. So the three planned on getting the two back.

First step: Make Jughead drunk.

They weren’t so sure about this plan, but they sure do hope that once Jughead was drunk he wouldn’t stop talking about the girl and couldn’t help but go to her house.

The following day is a Saturday so it’s more than perfect. Archie went up to his room where Jughead is, typing his feelings out.

Jughead heard the door open but he didn’t bother looking up and kept on moving his fingers as they press the certain keys of his keyboard.

“Hey, Jug.” Archie greeted.

“Arch.” Was all Jughead responded at the red head.

“Um, wanna take a day off from your imaginative world there and go clubbing?” Archie asked.

“No time.” Jughead mumbled.

“Why? It’s Saturday.” Archie said, shrugging.

“Working.” Jughead said, still not taking his eyes off his laptop and kept on typing.

“C'mon, Jug. Don’t your fingers hurt?” Archie said and Jughead shook his head.

“Sorry, Arch. Nothing will make me go clubbing. You know that I’m not into those stuff.” Jughead said.

“Fine.” Archie sighed. “But Jug,”

Jughead hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the screen and kept on typing.

“I’m really worried about you.” Archie said and Jughead shrugged.

“Why?”

“All you did was type in your laptop ever since you broke up with her.” Archie said and Jughead stopped typing.

“And what is that suppose to mean?” Jughead asked, looking at Archie.

“Everyone knows you’re pretty whipped at the girl. I think, you should go talk to her.” Archie said, shrugging and left the room.

Jughead sighed, shaking his head and continued to type. There was nothing to be sad about; he was the one who broke it off after all. But no one truly knows why he even broke it off with her. Only him.

Archie went down the stairs and picked his phone from the coffee table at the living room. He opened his phone and opened the messaging app, typing a message to Veronica.

No luck. Bring alcoholic drinks later, pretty sure dad won’t be here later.

Archie sighed. Really worried about his friend not knowing what to do anymore. But he won’t give up, this is for a friend and he’ll do this.

-

Later that night, the doorbell rang at Archie’s house, signalling Betty and Veronica are here. Archie ran to the door, opening it.

“So, you got it?” He asked.

“Yeah, everything’s settled. We just have to get Jughead off of his laptop.” Betty said.

“I’ll do it.” Veronica smiled.

Veronica handed Archie the alcoholic drink, going inside then straight to Archie’s room where Jughead is. And for the first time that week, he wasn’t on his laptop; he was actually on his phone.

“Jughead.” Veronica called and Jughead looked at her.

“Hey there.” He said and returned his eyes to whatever it was that’s in his phone.

“C'mon downstairs, we’ll hang out.” Veronica said, smiling.

“No thanks. I just rather not.” Jughead said. “Sorry.”

Veronica walked up to where Jughead is and snatched his phone, making him stand up. “Downstairs, now.” Veronica said with a smile. “We miss you, ‘kay?”

“Will I get my phone back when I hang out with you guys?” Jughead groaned and Veronica only nodded. Jughead sighed, snatched his beanie at the floor and placed it at his head and went down. Veronica softly threw his phone on the bed and saw the a girl popped up on his phone as his wallpaper. You. She picked it up again, wanting to know what he was doing and she started to dig up the stuff that was in his phone. His gallery’s contents was only you.

Veronica sighed before slowly throwing Jug’s phone softly at the bed and went down the stairs to join her friends.

“I invited Kevin, he’s on his way.” Betty said, smiling. Jughead was sat beside Archie and was actually not paying attention.

A few minutes later, Kevin got in and they started drinking. Archie had convinced Jughead to drink a few. But a few got into a lot. And by a lot he is now wasted as fuck.

And the broken boy could only talk about is her.

Archie, Betty and Veronica were a bit satisfied and the only thing they’re waiting is for Jughead to say he wants to go to her house.

“And then, that’s it.” Jughead said drunkenly. “I just woke up one morning feeling she’s not happy anymore.”

Jughead sniffled, resting his elbow on the table as he rested his temple on his hand. “Betts, Kev and Ronnie,” Jughead sighed. “How about you three tell me why isn’t she happy with me anymore? Is it because I can’t be Archie?” He asked, pointing at his friend beside him who is looking at him worriedly. “Dammit, that is it.”

As Jughead said those words, he slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Betty asked.

“To Y/N’s.” Jughead said and left the house, going all the way to the girl he once called his girlfriend before everything went to shit.

“Will he manage?” Veronica asked and Kevin shrugged.

“He will.” Archie said.

Jughead went straight to your door steps, knocking on the door loudly.

You, upstairs, was still lazy to go to sleep so you lay down, thinking about some stuff. The minute you heard the loud knock— banging actually, on the front door, your heart leapt. You were scared, so you ignored but after a few minutes, that someone started banging on the door again but this time with full force.

You stood up, walking downstairs. You looked through the peephole and sighed in relief as you saw Jughead. At least it wasn’t a killer.

You opened the door and Jughead was clearly drunk.

“You’re drunk.” You stated, looking at the boy who still wore his beanie.

“I don’t care.” Jughead mumbled, glaring at you.

You sighed, grabbing his wrist. “Come inside.” You said and pulled him in then close the door behind you. He almost trip to his feet, but luckily you caught him. You placed him on the couch, running to the kitchen to get him some water.

Jughead sighed, as he laid head over the top of the backrest, thinking about some stuff.

You returned from the kitchen and placed the glass of water on the coffee table, looking at Jughead.

“Why’d you got drunk?” You asked him quietly.

“Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin wanted to hang out and they brought some drinks and I got drunk.” Jughead mumbled.

“And they sent you here?” You asked softly.

Jughead shook his head. “I went here by myself to ask you why weren’t you happy with out relationship.” He mumbled, shifting on his position to get comfortable.

You looked at him curiously.

“Mm,” Jughead hummed, looking at you. “That reminds me. Why weren’t you happy with our relationship? Wasn’t I good enough? Were you in love with Archie? Were you going out with someone else behind my back?”

It hurt the way he said those words. Did he really not know that you were so in love with him?

“Jughead, gosh, I—”

“You what, Y/N? You did not know I felt that way? You were in love with me? You thought I did not care? Bullshit, Y/N.” He said, standing up to face you. He glared right at your eyes. His eyes full of anger and hurt. “That’s fucking impossible, everyone in town that Jughead Jones the Third was in love with the Y/N Y/L/N. Two different worlds that could never be.”

You sigh, frowning letting him speak.

“Is that why you don’t feel the same way as I do? Because we’re two different worlds. Everyone knew me as Reggie would say, spooky, scrawny, pathetic internet troll, smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak. Everyone knew you as the perfect girl that everyone wanted. Is that why? What, Y/N?” He snapped, his eyes full of tears by now. He was really angry at this time but you don’t want to talk about this. You are not ready and you doubt you will ever be.

“Jughead, you’re drunk.” You stated.

“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure I sober up and I’m thanking the other four they made me drunk or else I’ll never be here finding answers.” He said, letting the tears flow freely.

“Jughead, please.” You pleaded, grabbing his wrists but he slapped your hands away.

“Did you just use me for making the jock jealous? Did you just agreed to be my girlfriend just so the jocks—”

“The jocks! The motherfucking jocks! What’s your problem with them?!” You yelled, cutting Jughead off. “Why are you so fucking insecure of the jocks?”

“I don’t know, maybe because when we were still together you could leave me for any of them in just a snap of their fingers!” Jughead shot back.

“I don’t care about the damn forsaken jocks, I want you!” You yelled, grabbing his jacket with your fists as you closed your eyes, letting the tears flow. “You don’t get it, do you? I am so fucking in love with you and ever since you called it off, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I did something horrible to you.”

Jughead sighed, letting more tears go. “I broke up with you because I felt you weren’t happy anymore. The first few months has been hella happy and suddenly when I woke up it felt like you weren’t happy anymore.” Jughead mumbled.

“I wasn’t happy but not because of our relationship.” You said, sniffling. “It was because of a family problem. It started a few weeks before we started and it was getting worse until you asked me out, for the first time in weeks I felt really happy. You were the only light in the dark and I got too happy and I forgot about the shitty home life and I just… focused on us about being really happy until one day it got really really really worse and everything fell apart for me.”

Jughead held your hands to his lips, kissing them.

“I’m so sorry, Jughead.” You said, sobbing softly.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Jughead asked softly, brushing the tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

“You have a lot going on with your home life and… I just… wooh.” You said, chuckling.

“I’m so sorry for giving up so easily on you, darling.” Jughead mumbled and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What the fuck?” You said with a laugh. “Did you just call me ‘darling’?”

“Way to ruin a moment.” Jughead says, laughing as he wiped his tears off. You laughed, removing his hands and did it yourself instead since you just wanted to.

“Fine then, let’s be cliche.” You said, laughing.

“Fine, just for one night.” He said with a joking groan.

“Hey, you started it.” You laughed and got your phone, playing the stripped version of ILYSB by Lany. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. But instead of dancing and all those shit, you embrace him instead.

“I love you so much, Jug.” You mumbled. “I’m so in love with you.”

Jughead sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I’m in love with you too as well, baby.” He said and you chuckled. “What?” He chuckled.

“I’m just not used to it.” You said, “You know, with you calling me pet names.”

“Then, get use to it because I’ll be doing it every now and then, sweetie.” Jughead said, laughing.

“You’re so cheesy.” You said, laughing lightly. Jughead pulled away a bit and looked into your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You chuckled. “Wow, you ask permission to kiss me but not when you call me pet names.” You joked and he laughed. “Of course, you may.”

He pushed a strand of hair to the back of your hair, looking into your eyes before leaning and closed his eyes as he closed the gap, his lips meeting yours. You closed your eyes as you kissed back.

“We’re so fucking cliche.”

Ransom/Holster Neighbors AU

Where they’re both in their early to mid 20s and they live in the same condo.

They meet one day when they’re both in the building’s gym getting a workout in. Holster was there first and he’s on the treadmill when Ransom walks in. When Ransom’s about to take the treadmill next to Holster’s he notices a set of keys on the floor right behind Holster. So he picks them up and taps Holster on the shoulder to ask if the keys are his.

Holster, still running at this point, turns around and sees this beautiful specimen of a man and promptly loses his footing and falls off the treadmill.

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