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Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

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Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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There’s A Nap For That

Based on this post: “If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date.” 

Or: The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically. See also: Let Them Rest

A/N: I started this before New Years and thought it would be done in like, three days. Oh how naive. But hey, here we are!

WC: ~6.5k
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Clarke doesn’t plan to be alone on New Year’s Eve, but she also doesn’t plan not to be alone–if that makes sense. She could fly back to Los Angeles and attend her mother’s extravagant corporate party, if she wanted to put herself through that. It’s definitely an option.

But she’s long since decided that it’s better to deal with the vague feelings of missing out on the New Year’s celebration over fielding questions about why she’s not following in her mother’s footsteps or, god forbid, whether she’s gotten over that whole sexuality thing yet.

So she calls Abby the night before the party, fulfills her yearly, good-daughter quota of well wishes and pleasantries, and calls it good.

And really, doing nothing on New Year’s Eve is kind of the best thing that’s happened her, stress-wise, in the last six months.

She works in the graphic design department for an uber-trendy website that facilitates commissions for freelance artists, which makes it an incredibly lucrative avenue to get her name out there in the industry. It just also happens that the company is very concerned with staying up-to-date with aesthetic trends, and has her changing logos and web layouts on a weekly basis.

It’s the kind of somewhat crappy, over demanding job that she feels weirdly excited to have, because it means her mom isn’t paying people to make her life easier.

But it has been running her to the bone, so she’s positively delighted to do absolutely nothing for a night.

Or she is until she finds out that Bellamy also doesn’t have plans for New Year’s Eve.

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Forbes

Reader x Klaus


The scent. It was the scent of something familiar that was driving Klaus mad. He knew the smell so well that he drew to a stop.

“Niklaus what’re you doing?” Elijah sighed when his brother began to search around for the source.

“You don’t smell that?” He hissed, his eyes locking on a small figure slumped by the docks.

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She Was Pretty

[ Hoseok x Reader ]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Description: After years of separation, you run into your childhood best friend, only to have him not recognize you as you are no longer the pretty girl he had once explored the world with. With it now being Valentine’s Day, you find yourself trapped on a blind date, only to run into him at one of the nicest restaurants in town.

Happy birthday to @artsyhobi, I hope you enjoy this one! ♡

heavily inspired by the kdrama She Was Pretty - Copyright© Since 1996, MBC&iMBC All rights reserved

Originally posted by hobisu

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Sooo. I needed some practice after my writer’s block so I decided to write this random tumblr prompt and make it slightly bokuroo. Please don’t shoot me. Enjoy!


“Grandma, what the fuck.”

Language, Tetsurou,” his grandmother scolds goodnaturedly.

Kuroo stares and stares and stares, because seriously, what the fuck, grandma.

“Hey hey!” The man beaming behind her waves a hand enthusiastically in greeting. “Nice house!”

“It’s uh, not mine.” Kuroo says awkwardly, and pats his grandma gently on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear,” she also beams.

Why the fuck is everyone beaming, Kuroo thinks, what is so great about this. The attic is a bit of a steep descent, and at his grandmother’s age, she really shouldn’t be climbing up and down with those knees.

“I got it,” the man and his incredibly thick arms literally block the way when Kuroo moves to lend his grandma an arm.

“Right,” Kuroo grits. It’s my grandmother, he thinks viciously, but the guy looks so damn happy it’d be like kicking a puppy.

‘The guy’ is a bit of an understatement, to be quite honest. Maybe grandma’s just left her specs at the kitchen table again, but those weird horns- not to mention the black and white hair- are definitely not ‘guy’-like. They’re… evil-like, and Kuroo is really worried about his grandmother.

Those claws don’t look too comfortable either, but her thick jumper solves that problem. At least he’s got proper feet, Kuroo supposes, it’d be a bit awkward getting about with hooves.

“Satan?”

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reason

December 25th

“For the love of God!”

Remus Lupin kicked the tire of his car with all the rage that had been building up in him for the past half an hour. Granted it was his fault, he hadn’t listened to what they said on the news about snow but it was Christmas and he had to get to his family or his mother would break his legs like chopsticks. Hope Lupin was a small woman but a force to be reckoned with when it came to family dinners. However, Remus’ car wasn’t afraid of Hope’s wrath, it’s tires had given up long ago but Remus had only now pulled the car over. Remus checked his phone but it was dead, too, it was a Christmas miracle that everything went so wrong. He looked around at all the pretty houses around him, all of them lit up and adorned with red and gold, laughter audible from each one except for one that was a bit down the road. The house looked beautiful but it wasn’t festive at all, the lights were on but there wasn’t anyone inside celebrating Christmas.

Remus hated asking people for help and the fact that it was Christmas night made his decision even harder, so he took a deep breath before he bowed his head down a little to keep the snow from getting to his face, it was so cold that each snowflake burned his already fragile skin.

He stood in front of the house before he knocked twice, he started cleaning the snow off of his brown coat, as he was bend over cleaning the snow from his pants the door opened and Remus made the mistake of looking up, it was a mistake because he almost fell down when he saw the ethereal creature that opened it.

“Yeah?”

“I- I’m,” mumbled Remus as he straightened himself before opening his mouth again, he saw the corner of the lip of the creature curl up. “I was wondering if I could use your phone–” 

Remus showed the dead phone in his hand to the angel that was standing before him with sweatpants on and his hair in a bun. He had pale grey eyes and the blackest hair you can imagine, his cheekbones were like stairway to heaven. He was holding a whiskey glass in his pale hands and he raised his perfectly shaped brow before inviting Remus in with a nod..

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas, I just–”

“Do I look like I’m celebrating, mate?” interrupted the sweatpants god, he tugged a loose lock of his hair back into his flawless messy bun. “I generally learn people’s names before I let them into my house.”

“I- yeah, sorry. I’m Remus,” he replied, as he took his scarf and coat of because it was really very hot inside. “So about that phone?”

“Aren’t you in a rush Remus? Just when I was getting happy that I won’t be spending another Christmas alone,” he smiled as he showed the phone standing on a marble stand just a few feet away. “Thanks for asking by the way, I’m Sirius.”  

How could he be so thick? He forgot to ask the Greek God his name which was partly his fault because Remus literally forgot how to breathe let alone talk every time he looked at Sirius. Now that Remus thought about it, with a name like that, this man could be an actual Greek God.

“I’m sorry, I was just in a rush I guess,” he said as he stared at the phone in his hands.

“Stop saying sorry for everything you do, please call who you must and tell them you are okay,” suggested Sirius as he went back to his couch right in front of a majestic chimney. “Don’t forget to tell them you will be staying with a friend because your car is not going anywhere tonight.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows at this very brave statement but when he looked out the gigantic window right behind where Sirius was sitting, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice because it was impossible to see from the snow. It wasn’t snowing, it was like someone was cutting the clouds in half. He dialed the number with shaky hands, he knew just who would pick up.

“Hey!” he said almost crying.

REMUS JOHN LUPIN!” Sirius turned his head suddenly with a huge grin on his face that made Remus’ knees weak. “I told you months before if you missed this diner I would serve you for dinner on New Years Eve.”

Remus could feel his cheeks warm up as he was sure Sirius could hear everything his mother was saying at the moment. 

“Yeah,mum… I’m sorry… No I’m really sorry… I will be there tomorrow I promise… I’m not lying for the love of God… Yeah… Uh-huh… I got somewhere to stay I guess…”

“What do you mean I guess?” whispered Sirius from where he was sitting, he was hanging from the couch to make Remus hear him. 

“I’ll call you when I leave for home,” concluded Remus and he put the phone down with an embarrassed look on his face. He loved his mum to bits but she was sometimes a bit too much. “Can I have a charger, please?”

“Wait a second,” said Sirius as he hurriedly went to another room and came back with a charger and he placed it into Remus’ palm. His skin was almost as white as snow and he was just as cold. “We have a long night ahead Remus, do you want something to drink?”

“Tea would be gr–”

“Whiskey it is then, great choice,” teased Sirius as he went for his liquor cabinet. “This is Christmas and you are stuck here, you are not drinking tea.”

He plugged his phone in spent at least half an hour trying to get to all the messages and calls that he received while his phone was dead, he knew it was rude but it was Christmas and he had a huge family he had to call.

When Remus was finally done, he went to the couch to sit down as he took the fancy glass from Sirius. He didn’t want to about what the hell he was doing, staying at a stranger’s house was not something he would do. But this man with his hair and his cheekbones and his ridiculous smile and the way those sweatpants hang from his hips were very inviting, not that anything would happen but it was a good view at least.

“I like your mum,” said Sirius with a smirk as he took a sip from his new glass of high quality whiskey. “She’s quite something.”

“She’s worse than this snow storm on holidays,” laughed Remus. “She misses me that’s all but yeah, you heard her war cries.”

Sirius laughed and Remus heard summer in his laughter despite all the snow that was falling outside. He didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling but he hadn’t felt like this in forever and this was such an unnecessary thing, he really didn’t need this nor did he want this.

“So I you don’t mind me asking,” continued Remus as his throat burned from whiskey. “Why are you alone on Christmas?”

“I hate my family,” replied Sirius simply, he used that word so freely, it was a bit scary. “They are bigoted, idiotically conservative and mentally abusive. I made the mistake of coming out last Christmas, it was chaos. They invited me out of obligation this year, so why bother?”

With that he tipped whatever was left in his glass into his mouth and licked his lips slowly as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and brought the bottle with him this time.

“I’m sorry about that,” muttered Remus as he did the same. He didn’t know if he should feel bad for Sirius or feel happy for himself, not that he would ever look at him like that. 

“What did I tell you about saying sorry?” smiled Sirius as he poured them more liquor. “Also, you should probably warn me when you want to sleep because I rarely sleep before 3 am.”

“Why would you ever do that to yourself?” yelled Remus, that was a bit too much but Remus never had the strongest metabolism for whiskey. “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”

Not as beautiful as you are though.

Remus realised he should be careful about those thoughts because he was known to tell whatever was on his mind out loud.

“I can’t help it. I always work late at night and now my sleep schedule is fucked up,” he explained and cursing had never looked so good. “So Remus John Lupin, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a TA at the university,” he replied as he ruffled his hair. “I know it’s kinda boring–”

“You are hellbent on selling yourself short,” interrupted Sirius, he loved doing that. “I bet you think you are not good looking.”

Remus felt like his tongue froze, what was he supposed to reply with to drunken flirting from a completely gorgeous stranger? So he did what he knows best, he changed the subject.

“So, umm, what do you do?”

“I’m an attorney, family business, but it happened so I roll with it,” he stated as he grinned. “You are very good at changing the subject.”

“You heard my mum, if I don’t change the subject we talk about my sex life during dinner,” said Remus and immediately regretted it, he looked at his glass guiltily and realised that he was actually on his third glass. “I didn’t mean–”

“Another way of saying sorry, you are incredible,” teased Sirius as he put his glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch and came a little closer, Remus never thought breathing was a hard thing to do before but he could still feel Sirius’ scent, strong and spellbinding. “So, I like to think that things happen for a reason.”

His bloody perfect eyebrow was raised again and Remus wasn’t thinking straight so he just nodded.

“Your car didn’t break down in this street without a reason, I think Mr. Lupin, we were meant to meet,” he continued, he used his hands a lot as he spoke and it was the most marvellous thing Remus had ever seen, the fact that he was already dreaming about his hands all over him was not a good sign though. “So, you are going to stay here tonight and you will leave with my number in that phone of yours, just in case you need an attorney someday.”

“Okay,” whispered Remus, because that was all he could manage. “I think I should sleep because I need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“We were just starting to have fun,” mumbled Sirius but he stood up nevertheless to show Remus to his room. “Don’t be scared I won’t bite.”

You could if you want to.

Remus followed him up the stairs trying so hard not to stare at his back but the damn sweatpants weren’t helping. Sirius showed him to a not so small guest room on the left and walked back out.

“If you feel like you can’t sleep, I’m downstairs,” he reminded with a lopsided smile and went away. 

Remus crawled into the extremely soft bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes thanks to the alcohol in his veins.


Sirius was flabbergasted by the luck he had this Christmas after everything that went down last year. A tall, lanky man with the warmest eyes was sleeping in his guest room and Sirius was still reeling from everything that happened in the past six hours since it was around 3 am at the moment. He slowly got up and turned the lights off. He climbed the stairs carefully scared that he would wake up the most beautiful man to ever enter this house besides him, when he reached the top he realised that Remus had slept with the door open. He was softly snoring and was drowning in the huge duvet over him. His clothes were on the dresser and it didn’t take long for Sirius to understand that he would kill to get in that bed at that moment. He slowly turned around to enter his own room as Remus hummed in his sleep. 

This is what I call a Christmas miracle.”

Sirius always believed things happened for a reason, he knew things would happen in the order they should, he had had troubles with his anger as far as he can remember and this new belief was helping him deal with it sometimes, it also helped him makes sense of things like this. Sirius firmly believed that Remus walked into his life for a reason and he was intended to find out why it took so long and what it was for.

He slipped into his own bed and shivered as the cold sheets touched his skin and undid his bun to sleep comfortably. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was honey eyes, long limbs and a shy smile. For the first time in a long time Sirius Black was excited to wake up.

The World Is Ours

This is just something mediocre to make up for the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve last posted. Enjoy!

Justin stands at the other side of the room, his back straight and the black suit and tie clinging to him perfectly. My heart attempts to escape my ribcages whenever I look at him wearing such a thing, but I’d much rather he be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, just because I know he’d be more comfortable. He nods and smiles every now and then in response to the nonsense leaving the mouth of the man that stands close by him.

I know the smile is fake. It’s tight and hard and doesn’t touch his eyes. I watch in adoration when he licks his lips or bites down on his bottom lip, or runs a hand through his hair, I know he’s not even aware he’s doing any of these things.

Justin I both strongly dislike either of our parent’s parties, in fact, we spend many nights laid in bed and suggesting all the scenarios we could create that could get us out of them. But here we are. Again. 

“Oh, [Y/N]!” A voice bellows from the crowd of people dressed in fancy outfits, all of the faces secretly turning their noses up at everyone who so much as brushes their shoulder up against their own.

The voice is nasally and I would assume whoever is calling my name currently has the misfortune of a minor illness if I didn’t know the voice all too well.

“Amanda,” I say through gritted teeth. “How are you?” I ask while turning to my right to face her.

The woman stood before me is a close family friend. She thinks just because she happened to be close with my parents at one point in her life, she has the responsibility of making conversation with me whenever our paths meet. Her hair is cut perfectly and hugs her face. The deep red colour shines through every strand and sways almost in slow motion when she moves her head.

“I’m wonderful,” she slurs. “What about you, dear? What’s new with you?”

Even as she says this, I can guess she’s lying through her teeth. There’s a high chance her husband is cheating on her, and her, on her husband. She’s probably drowning in debt and her children wish they’d never been born. Despite this, she hides it with a smile.

“I’ve been fairly good, thank you,” I say and smile politely. “Not much is new but I’m just trying to appreciate every day.” I try to hold the smile on my face as she nods with a bored look in her eye.

“Rumour has it, you’ve got yourself a boyfriend,” Amanda grins and reaches an arm out as though to touch me, but thinks more of it and withdraws her claws.

‘I didn’t think that was so hard to believe but yes, I do.” I shift uncomfortably in my heels and feel my hand sweating around the wine glass. I alternated it between my hands and wiped my palms against my dress.

“.. Tell me about him,” she says quietly and sips her wine. I can see a red lipstick stain around the rim.

Justin pops into my mind without me having to make an effort. I suppress a smile and find the floor to be quite interesting. “Well, his name is Justin and we met a few years ago at college. He’s somewhere around here, actually.”

“I’d love to meet him.” She’s glancing around the room, and it’s painfully obvious she’s searching for a new target to make her own. I stay quiet and wait to see how long it takes before she disappears.

Eventually, I see her catch sight of her husband at the bar. She waves me off with a forced smile before her heels are click-click-clicking across the floor and through the crowd.

Sighing, I look around the room. People are smiling, laughing and enjoying themselves, sipping wine and making conversation. I tap my nails against the glass and enjoy the sound.

My shoes are the next to click against the floor while I make my way over to the long length table backed up against the wall. All sorts of food has been spread across it and I can feel my stomach rumbling at the sight.

“‘Scuse me, kind woman,” someone says - with a distinctly fake-posh accent - from directly behind me. “Would you mind joining me in a delightful conversation about the ten different yachts I own, and how I went backpacking through Antarctica last year? And let’s not forget about how I own five houses in five different states in America.”

“You suck at accents,” I laugh and crane my neck to see Justin grinning down at me. “What even was that?”

“What? That? Oh, just my imitation of just about everyone in this room.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his half-empty glass of wine. “I’m surprised to see muffins and cookies being served here. I thought it’d be all scones and fancy cakes.”

“Me too,” I say while taking a cookie from the silver platter. I break it in half and feel crumbs fall into the palms of my hand. “Want some?”

Feeling Justin’s closeness, I turn to look at him once more. His mouth is parted and it allows me to see his tongue laying low. His breath is hot against my face. I break the cookie into smaller segments and drop a piece into Justin’s awaiting mouth. Crunching noises ring through my ear, and a sweet kiss lands underneath my right ear after the sound comes to a halt.

“I don’t care how stuck up these people are, they make good cookies,” he mutters quietly and it causes a buzz through my neck that lingers for a few seconds.

While he’s busy crunching down on the remaining cookie, Justin is dragged away by a man I’ve never seen, but is apparently familiar to Justin because I see a small sigh leave his lips. Justin kisses my cheek and squeezes my hand before letting go and making his way through the crowd with reluctance.

I’m left alone once more, surrounded by bodies and feeling out of place. I stroll around the room and listen in to small segment of different people’s conversations; they range from cars to time shares to housing, to holidays in the Caribbean. I end up leaning against the wall in the far side of the room.

It takes another hour or so before I see Justin again, having been dragged into encounters of my own with people I barely know.

When Justin makes an appearance, he comes in close and grips my hand with his. I’m pleased to see him and I smile instantly.

“Let’s go,” he says and I frown in confusion.

“What? Whe-“

“Let’s leave right now, anywhere you wanna go. I can’t stand another five minutes with these people. This isn’t us. We’re not classy or fancy; we sit at home eating pizza and watching Netflix, we hit the stores at midnight looking for cookie dough, we sit on hotel balconies and feel each other up. I want all of that, not this.”

He didn’t have to say anything else to win me over; I’d been feeling the exact same all night.

“Are you in?” he asks and watches me hopefully. I waste no time and nod, and before I can comprehend, my hand is prisoner to Justin’s and we’re gliding in and out of the crowd. I manage to drop my wine glass on the buffet table without spilling anything as I glide passed the it.

Thankfully, we manage to make our way to the door without being noticed or stopped as I thought we would have. I can’t see either of our parents ready to stop us from fleeing either, and this causes a rush of hope to shoot through me that makes me grab the door handle and slide out before Justin does the same.

Almost in a flash, all of the commotion and noise I had to endure over the course of the night disappears. I wonder if I’ve momentarily gone deaf until Justin coughs gently and crushes my rising worry. The night is cold and I can see our warm breath escaping into the night. Justin’s hand keeps my own warm while the rest of my body shivers.

“Where to?” I ask while he’s already busy pulling me down the drive of my parent’s house and across the street. It’s quite late, meaning there’s no one in sight. The street looks frighteningly lifeless.

“Anywhere, just somewhere we can be together,” he replies and his breath flies towards me but disappears before it can touch me.

We end up at a 24-hour store by Justin’s request, his argument being he was hungry, despite having just scoffed anything he could find on the buffet. I didn’t object because I knew I had just enough money in my bag for a drink; my throat was burning for something other than overpriced wine.

The store was the only source of light on the street, it was getting darker by the minute and the streetlights were either broken or not on a schedule and had been abandoned for the night. Either way, I had that familiar thankfulness you feel when you see artificial lights and life after all you’ve seen is darkness for a long period of time. It was comforting.

Behind the counter however, was a man who didn’t seem very happy he was working the night shift. He looked half-dead as we walked through the automatic doors and made no effort to adjust himself to appear friendly.

Justin’s hand had been holding my own all the way to the store, but as soon as we were walking down the aisle full of food, his fingers slid away from my own.

“God, I’m starving,” he mutters while grabbing anything in his sight from the shelves. It’s not long before he’s cradling his items in his arms and walking towards the counter.

Meanwhile, I grab a bottle of water from the chilled section while trailing Justin like a puppy. The packaging crinkles loudly as Justin drops his things and I place my bottle down quietly. The cashier doesn’t look impressed and sighs heavily before straightening up.

Once we’ve paid, and the cashier has received a long, hard stare from Justin after asking him if he’d like a bag, we’re back out in the cool air and strolling off into the darkness. The bag rustles and disturbs the quiet but Justin doesn’t seem to care.

“Where to now?” I ask.

“Wherever we want, babygirl. The world is ours. I just want to be with you,” Justin replies, my heart would have been beating a lot faster if he wasn’t busy rummaging through his bag for the packet of Oreos he’d just bought.

It's Not A Prank (Fred Weasley x Reader)

A request! I love Fred, thanks for the cute request!❤

You were on a crowed platform 9 and ¾ waiting for your parents to pick you up for summer holiday.

‘They’re always late, you’d think they’d be early to pick up their only daughter’ You thought to yourself.

Suddenly your good friend Angelina sauntered up to you with an odd smirk on her lips.

“Looks like Weasley’s making eyes at you”

You sighed and turned to see Fred Weasley’s eyes flick away and try to talk casually with his twin.

“I’m starting to think it isn’t a prank, (Y/N)” she said, keenly, raising her thin eyebrows at you.

“Yes, it is! I can tell, he’s alway sniggering with his brother whenever I’m around”

“But, what if it wasn’t a prank? Would you say yes then?”

You just stared at her, a knowing smile swiping across her face. “Shut up” you snapped back, causing her to giggle.

Suddenly her face brightened “What?” You asked curiously as you turned to see Fred heading your way. You turned back to her quickly.

“Please don’t leave” you whispered.

She looked pitifully at you for a moment before yelling “Oh, George. I have to hug you goodbye!” she walked toward the other Weasley twin, throwing a wink at Fred as she past him.

You groaned quite audibly. “Hello, (Y/N), looking forward to the summer?” Fred asked confidently, with a smile. “You must think I’m an idiot” you spit, looking accusingly at him.

Fred’s eyebrows scrunched suddenly “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean?”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, I know your fake little crush on me is some stupid prank to turn me green or dye my hair, well I’m not falling for it!” He opened and closed his mouth, obviously dumbfounded, trying to find words to say.

'He’s just shocked I figured his stupid little plan.’ you though as you turned, finally spotting your family and walked quickly away.

“See you next year” Fred waved slightly, his voice faltering on the last few words.

Suddenly he felt his brother give him a thump on the back. “You convince her yet?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not yet” Fred said looking at you while you hugged your mother, bitting his lip “not yet.”

—time skip—

Your parents dropped you off at Kings Cross and you quickly grabbed your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾.

Your summer was long and quite boring so you were very excited to start the new school year and see all your friends again. One particular person though, was prominent in your thoughts over your holiday.

Fred.

You found yourself wishing for hours that his 'crush’ on you last year hadn’t been a prank. You though of what it’d be like to have holiday at his house, spend nights with him by the fire in the common room, make jokes with him, cuddle with him, kiss him.

This is when you stopped yourself. 'Constantly thinking about it won’t change the fact that he doesn’t like you.’ You thought as you pushed through the barrier. You looked, confused why the Hogwarts Express wasn’t on the tracks and there were scarcely any people on the platform.

“Oh, we’re just early, Dear. The Hogwarts Express hasn’t arrived yet”

You turned to see a short, ginger, motherly looking women who smiled kindly at you. “Oh” you laughed, checking your watch

“I guess I just got excited”

You dropped your trunk near a post. “What’s your name, Dear. You look familiar” the ginger witch asked politely. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you said, smiling, as you shook her plump hand.

“Oh! (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m Molly Weasley. You’re the girl my boy, Fred hasn’t stopped talking about all holiday!” She said cheerfully, taking your hand in both of her’s.

“So beautiful, just as he said. Good marks, too! And a prefect! The perfect young women you are!”

Your face was shocked and you stammered out thank yous whenever you could.

“Now I know Freddie doesn’t get the best marks but it’s only because he apply himself properly. But he’s a man who’d take take care of you, I tell you.” Mrs. Weasley rambled on and on about her son, not noticing the flabbergasted look on your face.

“But very handsome, too. He make a fine-”

Suddenly she was cut off by a “Mum!” You looked away from Molly to see Fred looking terrified.

“Um, Ron needs you immediately, his uh… tooth came out”

Mrs. Weasley dropped your hand and looked strangely at her son

“Ron’s already lost all his teeth”

Fred took her shoulders and guided her off

“Well, then you’d better get over there”

Fred looked back at you, his face was flushed and you saw the nervous look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable, you know mums”

You looked intensely at him, your jaw still dropped. You suddenly felt very flustered.

“W-was a-all that t-true?”

You stuttered. Fred bit his lip quickly “If she told you what I think she did then, um, yeah”

You’d never seen Fred like this before, his hands were trembling and he was avoiding your gaze, looking at the floor.

“Oh, well-” Fred suddenly got a burst of courage “I’m in love with you, (Y/N) and I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like a prank or something because, I do honestly feel that way and if you don’t feel the same, I understand. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yo-”

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind either, I’m in love with you too” you said confidently.

Fred’s eyes went wide “Really?” You stepped forward, so you were inches away from him “Really” you whispered. Fred stared into your eyes for a moment then closed the gap between you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close, you put yours on his chest and slid them up to wrap around his neck. The kiss was cut short when you heard Mrs. Weasley walking back.

“I don’t know what you’re up to Fred but Ron’s teeth are fully- FREDRICK WEASLEY GET YOUR MOUTH OFF THAT POOR GIRL!” She shrieked.

Fred pulled away from you, laughing. His bright eyes looking lovingly at you

“Way to go, Freddie!” You heard George shout from a distance.

“Now I’m much more looking forward to this school year” Fred said, looking down at you. “Me too” you said, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you.

All His Friends (Jack Johnson)

“I’m gonna head out, okay? I’ll text you in the morning,” I say, resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

I’d been sitting in the studio with all of the Omaha squad and a couple other people for over 2 hours just listening to their music and it was great, but part of me felt like I didn’t belong here. I mean, I was kind of starting to choke on the smoke, and everyone else was at least slightly drunk, even though half of them weren’t even legal.

I on the other hand didn’t drink or smoke and was probably the only person here who could drive if need be. I loved Jack but I wasn’t really sure that his friends loved me. I mean they smiled at me and we hung out together, but I knew that if I wasn’t dating Jack, they’d want nothing to do with me. I’ve never been a social girl, I could never hang out with the ‘cool’ kids, Hell, I could barely hold up a conversation. And yet here I was, hanging with people who were followed by millions because of how social and talented they were.

He turns away from the soundboard he was working at and looks at me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, pulling my bag little higher onto my shoulder. 


He gets up from his chair and grabs my hand, looking at me in a questioning way. Still he says, “Okay,” and grabs my hand, “at least let me walk you out.”

We head out and once we’re on the street I hug him tightly. He nuzzles into my neck and softly pecks me there before pulling away.

“You’ve got a safe way of making it home right?” I ask, knowing he shouldn’t be driving on his own. Surprisingly though, he’s pretty calm and focused despite being half-drunk and high.

“Yeah, we’ll just call an Uber or taxi or something.” I nod and turn to walk off, but he grasps my hand a little tighter, making me turn back around. “We’re gonna go to Sam and Stass’s place tomorrow night, you coming?”

“I… I don’t think I can,” I say, knowing full well that I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. 


I can see the disappointment on his face and immediately feel bad. “Oh okay.. well, I’ll call you later or come over after we’re done tomorrow, around 10 okay?“

"Yeah, sure,” I say, giving him a smile even though I’m exhausted.

—–
*the next night*

At about 8:30, a knock on the door sounds through my studio apartment. I head directly to it from the couch, in just my sweatpants in a tank top, hoping it’s the pizza I ordered.

When I open the door, there Jack is, holding my large barbecue chicken pizza and giving me a disapproving look.

“Is this all for you?”

I shy away and look to the ground. “Maybe?” I say quietly.

“Well, now it’s for us,” he says, pushing me to the side gently so he could come in and set down the pizza. “I thought you were busy tonight, Y/N.”

“I am,” I say in an attempt to defend myself. “I’m busy rewatching the entire Gilmore Girls series in preparation for the season coming out.”

“Mind if I join you?” I’m surprised he asks.

“Not at all,” I say, then halt as we head over to the couch with some paper plates. “It might bore you though,” I add.

“Nah, not at all, my mom used to make me and my dad watch it for ‘family bonding time’. Don’t tell her that I secretly liked it. But we never finished so why not watch it with you,” he explains.

We sit down and get comfortable. He’s got his feet up facing one end of the couch and I’ve got my feet up going the other way but in the middle he’s rested against the back of the couch and I’m on his chest.

Two or three episodes and half a pizza later, he speaks up.

“So why did you tell me you were busy tonight?”

I take a deep breath. “Well, technically I never said I was busy, I just said I couldn’t make it. And how did you know I was here?”

“Answer my question first. Why didn’t you wanna go tonight?” he’s got his arms wrapped around me now, sitting up.

“I don’t think your friends like me,” I mumble.

“What?” he says.

“I don’t think your friends like me,” I say a little louder.

“No, I heard you the first time. I just can’t believe you think that. Baby, they love you,” he explains. I give him a questioning look and he continues, “I’ve brought a lot of girls around them but you’re the only one I’ve brought more than once. You know why?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, “It’s ‘cause they actually like you. And they get that you’re kind of quiet and stuff but they don’t care.”

I continue to look at him like I don’t believe him and he goes on.

“Dillon said that he loves you becuase you’re the only one who keeps paying attention when he shows us track after track. Nate said you’re his new favorite cuz you’ve helped him finish multiple songs. G loves you ‘cuz you hang with Madison when he’s busy and don’t let her get left out. And Sammy loves you cuz you laugh at his crappy jokes and participate in his stupid snapchat skits,” he hugs me tighter, “And most importantly, I love you. More than I’ve loved any other woman. Except maybe my mom, but she doesn’t count. “

I laugh and he joins in, knowing he’s convinced me. “And now you can’t leave because we’re all attached to you,” he says, kissing up and down my face repeatedly and making me laugh even more. “When I came in to Sam’s tonight, everyone was wondering where you were. They missed you just as much as I did. So please, please come with me next time, okay?”

“Sure,” I say, smiling and kissing his cheek. “But you still have to answer my question, how did you know I was here?”

“Because, sweetheart, I know you too well,” he says, “Also, I texted Y/B/F/N and she said that you were planning on laying around tonight.”

“That snitch,” I exclaim, but also thank her for initiating this talk.

“I personally love her,” he says, “Now turn on another episode, I’m dying to know if Logan and Rory are gonna get together.”

I laugh at his interest as I pick up another pizza slice and the remote, cuddling deeper into the shoulder of the guy I’ve fallen deeply in love with.

Masterlist

Prompt List

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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I feel so bad for people who request things just because I take so long to get them up. But just know, if you have requested something I do work hard to write something that I hope you’ll love and that I actually spent time on, so it’s not like I’m just ignoring your request.

Anyways, hope everyone had a nice holiday, I know I did. I got like $60 worth of Starbucks cards so I guess I’ll be there often. I am on break so another request will be out by the end of the week and I might even put out something of my own I’m working on. Even though I do have a few requests to do REQUESTS ARE OPEN y’all. It might take me a minute to get to it but it will be done. Also at the beginning of summer I posted a song list hat you could request and I’d write an imagine to it and I’ll be reposting that soon with some songs added so look out for that!

Peace,
that-fandom-tho.

Moonlight (Dr.Strange x Reader)

Pairing: Dr.Strange x reader

warnings:none I can think of :)

A/N: hey guys author~chan here, bringing you a doctor strange one shot. Hope you all got to celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah or another holiday that I don’t know of with your loved ones. so yeah, hope ya enjoy, feedback is always appreciated.<3

3rd person POV:

Strange was in his room reading the books from the library. Sighing,he keeps on flipping the pages and reading in tranquility. That’s when he hears someone knock on his door.

“Come in.” he said, not diverting his eyes from the pages of the book he was reading.The door opened an Mordo enters the room.” You have a lesson in ten minutes.”

Strange looked in his direction and nodded.

“I’ll be right there, let me finish this chapter.”

Mordo bid his farewell and leaves. Few minutes later, Strange goes to where the lesson will be held.” Today’s lesson will be on sling rings. Sling rings are used to open portals to get to places faster. Now, put on your sling ring on your left hand. Imagine where you want to go and spin your right hand in a clockwise direction.” Mordo explains while giving a visual presentation.

Everyone puts them on and start to conjure up their portals except Strange who has only managed to conjure up a few sparks.

“Remember, the clearer you imagine your destination, the easier it is to conjure your portal.” Mordo reminds while walking around to see everyone’s progress. 

Later, the lesson ended and Mordo comes up to Strange. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually, just gotta have patience.” He pats Strange’s shoulder reassuringly before taking his leave.

Strange started to walk around when he spots a faint (F/C) glow. Curious, he went towards the light. That’s when he spotted a person. She was creating projections but the weren’t an orange like everyone else, they were (F/C).

“I see you’ve spotted (Y/N).” Strange slightly jumps in place out of surprise and turns around to see The Ancient One, Mordo and Wang. 

“Who is she, exactly?” Strange questions.

“Her name is (Y/N) and she’s been here in Kamar-Taj since she was a teenager.” Mordo answers.

“And why are her projections not like ours?”

“We don’t exactly know. We’ve looked through many books but none have data of a phenomenon like hers.” Wang annotates.

Strange looks over to (Y/N) once more. He takes mental notes of her physical appearance.

She has a (2F/C) but she wasn’t wearing the top part. Instead, she had bandages on the top part of her torso and all over her arms. Her (H/C) hair was tied up in a high braid. But what intrigued him the most was the glimpse of a tattoo that seem to run down the length of her back and from what he could see, the tattoo was of the phases of the moon.

The Ancient One called her over and (Y/N) stopped doing her projections and made her way towards them

Y/N’s POV:

I hear The Ancient One and I turn around to see her with Mordo, Wang and a man I quite don’t recognize. I make my way towards them and this mystery peeks my interest. “(Y/N),I wanted you to meet Stephen Strange, he’s been with us for a few months.” The Ancient One says.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Mr.Strange.” I softly smile.

“Actually it’s Dr. Strange.” He proclaims.

I internally roll my eyes playfully. So he’s one of those guys. Huh, this should be interesting. “Well, since the two of you seem to be getting along we’ll take our leave.” Mordo says and the three of them leave.

“So Strange, how did a man of science finish in Kamar-Taj?” I bid.

“I came so I could regain full mobility of my hands.”

I could see all the scars in both his hands and they don’t look very old. “May I?”  I inquire and slightly point towards his hands. He slightly hesitates but gives in and I takes his hands in mine and I see his hands as they softly shake. I gently trace the scars on the backs of his hands. 

I let them go and quickly recompose myself. “So where are you from? you don’t look from around here?”

“ You have all types of questions about me, don’t you?” Strange claims.

“ Huh, for a man of science it seems like you would that asking questions is a way to know someone, but I guess you didn’t take pick up a book or two on people skills.” I assert.

I see him softly smile and stare into my eyes.” You always like that?”

“Most of the time. I’m told I got a a fierce personality.” I say with a playful glint in my eyes.

“How about this, you can ask as many questions as you want as long as I can do the same?”

“Sure sounds like fun, but can we walk while we talk? all this standing around has me bored.”

“Sure.” He says. “To answer your earlier question, I come all the way from New York.” 

I softly nod. Huh, New York is rather far from here, I mean if you don’t count the door leading the the sanctum in New York. We keep walking around Kamar-Taj and asking each other questions, some random and some more personal,not that I really mind.

~Small Time Skip~

A few hours have passed and the sun is setting and Strange and I are sitting on the stairs in comfortable silence until Strange breaks the silence.

“May I ask you one last thing?”

“ Yeah, you’ve been asking me things all day so one more question wouldn’t hurt.”

“Why do you have a tattoo of the phases of the moon?” 

I sit in silence for a second. I’ve never really told anyone the symbolism of my tattoo but there’s something about him that makes me want to tell him my deepest secrets, like we’ve known each other for years.

“You don’t have to tell me, you know.”

“No, it’s OK. I want to tell you. I got it when I was eighteen and the reason I got it was because the moon reminds me of people, in a sense that it changes even though it’s the same thing, kind of how some people can change emotionally but still have the same physical appearance.”

I see Strange trying to absorb this new information and I don’t really blame him. For something as silly as a tattoo to have a deep meaning like that, it’s kind of hard to process.

I stand up and look back at Strange. “ It was nice to meet you Strange, your personality really intrigues me. And, I don’t say that to just anybody. I’ll see you tomorrow and if you need anything, just ask Mordo. He’ll probably know where I am.” I wink at Strange and make my way to my room.

3rd person POV:

Strange watches as (Y/N) disappears into the halls of Kamar-Taj and he looks upward to the sky to see the moon in all it’s natural glory.

What the both of them didn’t was that this marked the blossoming of a beautiful relationship that would bloom under the soft light of the moonlight.

Knullrufs (A Michael Fanfic Pt 5)

College!Michael AU

Knullrufs-(n.) the messy, tangled, and disheveled post-coital bed hair

Summary: Michael is the resident hook-up savant at Y/N college. Notorious for great one night stands and never being with the same girl twice, Y/n starts to wonder what all the talk is about.

A/N: I haven’t updated in like 4 months. So here you go!

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

I text my mom early the next morning letting her know about the change of plans with my new, sex-crazed, plus one. (I left out the sex-crazed part)

“So who’s this guest your bringing?” She asked skeptically. “And why is he just now coming?”

“He’s my…friend,” I struggled with what to call him for the longest time, deciding friend might do. “And he wasn’t able to spend the Holidays with his family so invited him to come.”

“Mhmm.” My mom replied not really believing me. “Well that’s alright sweetie, we’ll set out an extra plate. Are you on your way?”

I paused hanging my last bag to Michael as he threw it in the back of his car. “Yeah we’re leaving now.” I walked up to the front passenger seat and hopped in. “Okay, love you, bye.”

The car ride there was surprisingly tame. Especially since we were driving for over 3 hours. It was filled with the occasional thigh grab, but then he’d just take his hand away like nothing happened, like something else crossed his mind. It wasn’t until we finally parked outside of my house that I actually said something. 

 "Are you okay?“ I asked as he handed me one of my bags from the trunk. 

"Yeah, I’m fine, why?” He answered a little too fast. 

 I scoffed, realizing what his problem is. 

“Are you nervous?" 

 "What! No!” He faked a laugh, “well, maybe a little." 

 I smiled, the fact that he was nervous caused my heart to flutter. "It’s gonna be fine! My parents are really nice. Killing you’s not gonna be the first thing they do.” I laughed walking up to the door. 

 "You’re just a source of comfort you know that.“ He grumbled pulling at his shirt. 

"Stop that!” I swatted at his hand, “you look…” I paused taking in his maroon shirt, black jeans, and leather jacket he was sporting. I bit my lip while meeting his eyes, my hands inching their was up his chest. “You look good.” Mikey smirked, his hands going to my waist. There was a second of calm before he pushed me against my parents house. My on of my legs wrapping around him, his hands reaching up my side and taking a hold of my ass.

 "What if I just fuck you right here?“ He breathed against my neck. I had no intention of actually having sex on my parents door step but if it got his mind off what was stressing him out I was going to happily be a distraction for him. I grabbed his hair, bringing his face up so I could place a kiss on his lips, him quickly returning the favor. Everything was perfectly fine until we heard the front door start to open. I quickly pushed him off me, fixing my sweater, and hair. To my surprise, when the door fully opened I found two little kids smiling up at me. 

 "Aunt Y/N!” They screamed running at me. “Babies!” I yelled bending down so I could wrap them in a giant hug. 

“I didn’t know y'all were coming.” I pulled away looking at my 4 and 6 year old niece and nephew. 

 "Well we weren’t going to miss it, now were we.“ I heard my oldest sister laugh opening the door. An excited yelp came out of my mouth and through my arms around her. We both laughed and greeted each other. "And who is this?” She asked as we pulled away looking towards Michael still standing awkwardly in the door way. I wish I would’ve taken a picture because nobody back at school had probably seen Michael in such a state. 

I walked back to him and quickly yanked him inside the house. It wasn’t long before we were completely surrounded by my family and some friends. Michael’s communication skills consisted of polite smiles, nods, and vague answers. It wasn’t for a few hours when the crowd finally left and it was just my mom, dad, sister, Michael and I. My parents were insisting Michael stay in the guest room while my sister and I stay in our own.

“No dad, he’s staying with me” I insisted.

“I thought he was just a friend?” 

“He is, but he’s also a cute friend.” I challenged crossing my arms over my chest.

My dad sighed, cursing the stubbornness that he gave me. “Fine, but he stays on the couch.” 

“Of course!” (He wasn’t staying on the couch) 

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My parents gave Michael and I some time to settle in. Take our stuff upstairs, shower, (together my I add. They should really thank us for conserving water) and then back downstairs in time for dinner. 

The dinner was about as awkward as someone would expect. The kids had gone to bed so my parents brought out the holiday wine that they passed to Michael, my sister, and I. After a few minutes I realized how bored I was, and how great Michael looked in a black button down and jeans. I decided to have a little fun of my own. 

As I carried a conversation I placed a hand on to Michael’s knee, every now and then inching it up a little further. At first he didn’t seem to notice, but soon there was no way he could ignore it. I let my fingers absently glide of his outline, applying pressure liberally, just trying to get arouse out of him.

I had him biting his lip and gripping the table cloth when my mom asked him, “So Michael, what are you majoring in?” 

He seemed to be shocked back into reality. Clearing his throat before responding. “Neuroscience.”

As soon as he answered I realized I hadn’t even known his major, or anything about him really. Though this interested me slightly, not nearly as much as the thought of him cumming right in front of my parents. So I kept at my work, now going achingly slow against him. 

“I’m impressed.” My mom nodded, “What do you plan to do with your degree?”

Michael never ceases to amaze me. He had such a ready answer for all of her and my dad’s questions. I guess I never took Michael for the ‘plan ahead’ kind of guy. So far I had learned that he’s studying Neuroscience so he can study the theory of a Connectome. (basically having a computer mimic the neuron movement of an actual brain. Artificial intelligence kind of thing.) And the answer kept coming with every question, despite his preoccupation down stairs.

“What do your parents think of your studies?”

He was too focused on countering my actions to think about the question. To think about how he would usually answer that, because everyone went silent when he half-spkoe-half-moaned.  “They’re dead.”


A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!!

Hey so do y’all remember this series! Cause I obviously didn’t for 4 months! I’m sorry! But it’s back and here it is and I love you and let me know if you want a PT.6 or if your just done with me…cause honestly same. 

6

It’s My Birthday

Though the crowd swelled early, the tavern air stilled as the cool night waned. People huddled together in small clusters, talking in more and more hushed tones- save for the few people who’d imbibed too much.  

Darcy, alone, swirled the remains of her too-warm ale and took a small, bitter sip.  She hadn’t really wanted to drink ale so much as not to be alone with her thoughts.  She didn’t regret breaking things off with Ian at all, but every now and then ‘alone’ crossed the line to ‘lonely’. She missed her parents and old friends more at holidays and special days and found the bustle of strangers gave slight comfort.  She ran a finger through warming condensation on the old wood of the bar.  The punchline of a joke across the room put a slight smile on her face.

One of the men further down the bar finished his drink and stood, stretching, “Well, unlike you, I need sleep.  Hard to stay this handsome without it.”  

Darcy looked at him and ranked him as a stunner. The African American man had a gorgeous grin, as attractive to Darcy as his muscled forearms.  Darcy speculated to herself that he must sleep a lot, if that was what he attributed his looks to.  Dude was fit.

As he  tossed cash down on the bar in front of his friend, he looked around carefully.  “I got this. It’s almost the 4th.  Happy Birthday, Man.  G’night.”

Darcy turned her eyes to the seated man, an even more stunning, scruff-faced guy who offered a wry grin and a tip of his glass to his departing friend. 

“NIght, Sam.  Thanks.”  His accent was American, with a hint of Brooklyn.

The floor boards squeaked as the first man strode past.  He winked at Darcy, grinning as he noticed her ogling him and then his friend. She ducked her head.  Darcy cut another glance at the seated man.  Handsome.  His leather jacket creaked as he lifted his mug to full, sensuous lips.  He had nice hands, strong and capable looking. She nibbled at one of her own lips as naughty fantasies flitted across her mind’s eye.

After the bell on the door quieted, Darcy shifted down and turned towards the handsome stranger.  “Is today your birthday?”  Her face burned as her impetuous actions caught up with her. She held her breath, waiting to see if he would welcome her query or not.

He looked at her in a friendly manner, shook his head, and kept his voice low.  “Nope. It’s not quite midnight yet. Tomorrow.”  He shifted on his stool, averting his handsome face, cautious.

Darcy giggled, “Born on the 4th of July?  Who are you?  Yankee Doodle? Captain America?”  She felt anxiety charge the air between them as he tensed.  His blue eyes went wide for a second before he shook his head unconvincingly.  Darcy sucked in a quick breath.  “Wait. What? Get out!”  She studied his face carefully and nodded, recognizing the truth of her random guess.  “Oops.  You’re pretty nice looking for the world’s most wanted man.” 

His eyes crinkled for a second as rueful amusement showed clearly. “Please, don’t tell anyone…”

She snorted, “I don’t think the crime of wanting to help people and save the world is all that bad, Birthday Boy.”  She liked the half smile she’d put on his face.  The desire to see a full smile and hear him laugh put a twinkle in her eye. Goals.

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i could teach you - taeyong scenario - part four

Lee Taeyong - NCT

words - 1.9k

genre - angst / heartbreaker!au

soundtrack - jaymes young, habits of my heart

parts: one / two / three / four

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

The silence was crushing. It hung hefty between the two of you, only punctuated by the occasional drumming of his fingertips against the timber table. You didn’t raise your eyes to meet the gaze that you could feel crawling over your skin. Every ounce of you attention was focused on the albicant piece of paper he’d placed before you. It’s jagged at the edges, probably torn from some note book and the black scrawl before you reveals his passably neat handwriting. However all that was a moot point when your brain began to read what he’d written.

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Pen Pal (Part 1)

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Request from Anon: This one is a little hard to convey but reader writing letters to Ethan in high school (as like a pen pal thing) even though they’ve never met and writing extra ones that she’s never sent but years later he finds these letters in an old box / drawer / bag (because goodwill sucks at cleaning shit out) and is determined to find this girl after he recognizes the address as his old p.p. And realized these letters were to him. Basic fluff tbh

Author’s Note: Sorry, I have to split it up into 2 parts. But here’s the first installment!!

Freshman year, you were given a name and an address of someone you had never met before. A pen pal; a requirement for English that year, and an idea you didn’t find yourself too fond of. Talking to strangers was something your parents warned you about. You guess that more so applied to men with white vans, or chat room users with IM names like ilovethebabez, but still. What was the point of this assignment? 

Not one to argue, however, you took down the information given to you- Ethan Nestor, with an address somewhere in Maine.  You lived across the country in sunny Los Angeles. What were you going to have in common with this kid?

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BOARDING (ASA BUTTERFIELD X READER)

Originally posted by xsecretsfrostx


Summary: You are boarding with the Farrs while you are studying in London. One night, at a holiday party, you meet their son, Asa. And things begin to change.

The sun was about to set, and with the night came more guests. You barely knew any people, but you were certain that any friends of the Farrs would be a friend of yours. You considered them your family, after having only spent a few months with them. They were hosting a holiday party that night, and you more than happily offered to help. You had a red flannel shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, paired with some black jeans. That was as close to the holiday spirit that you’d gotten, much to the dismay of the Farr’s who insisted that you wear an ugly Christmas sweater.


Walking around the main level of the home, you quickly picked up discarded plates and cup, hoping to keep the mess to a minimum after the party was over.


“You don’t have to do that,” you heard Jacqueline say as you tossed a few cups in the trash.

You shrugged. “It’s the least I can do,” you replied.


After about half an hour of attempting to socialise, you went into the basement, where you’d been staying for your studies. It was a lot quieter down there, which was something that you didn’t mind. No one would really notice your disappearance, so you sat down at your desk and looked over your notes for your upcoming exam. Your mind wandered to the Farrs for a moment. You knew that Jacqueline had a son, whose name was Asa. You’d never met him, but he was quite a topic of conversation when he was brought up. The family owned all of his movies, and sometimes, during a movie night, you’d watch one of them.

You could hear the basement door open, pulling you out of your thoughts. You quickly went back to your studying, quickly flipping to the right page.

“Mom! Which one did you want?” you heard someone shout from the top of the steps.

“The 2009 one. Ask y/n, she knows where it is. She might be down there already; she’s not up here,” you heard Jacqueline say through the noise.

“Y/n? Are you down here?” you heard your name being called by an unfamiliar voice as steps came down the stairs.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied, standing up from your chair.

“The 2009, right?” you asked, quickly moving to another room, which kept the majority of the family’s alcohol.

“Yeah, if you can help me find it.”

You turned on the light in the room, looking through the collection of wine. You had organised it not too long ago after having been the one to always find the wine. You quickly pulled out the right one, looking at the label to double check. You swiftly turned around, knocking into someone else.

“Woah!” you both exclaimed, as you collided.


You tightly held onto the bottle, hoping it wouldn’t fall.

“Sorry,” you said, looking up towards the person you bumped into. Looking at him, there was no denying that this was the Farrs son, Asa.

“No, no. I should’ve expected it,” he said, awkwardly. “I’m Asa, by the way.”

“I know,” you said, quietly.

He looked at you funny, his eyebrows raised.

“You’re American?” he asked, gently taking the bottle from you.


You nodded. “Born and raised.”

“Well, it was good to meet you y/n,” he said, leaving his hand out for you to shake.

“It was nice to meet you too Asa,” you replied, shaking his hand. He gave you a smile, the same one that littered the photo albums and photos on the wall.

As he made his way upstairs, you quickly made your way back to your desk. You sighed, opening your textbook. This was going to be a long night.

When dinner was ready, you were the last one to take a plate, and hence forth there was no seating anywhere. You quickly made your way back down to the basement, setting your plate on the coffee table in the small living area. Quickly flipping on the television, you began to eat, realising that hadn’t eaten all day.

“Y/n, are you still down here?” you heard Asa call from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah,” you replied, gulping down a mouthful of food.

You could hear his footsteps coming down the staircase, and you could feel your heart beat a little bit faster. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, especially in person. But the last thing you wanted to do was shack up with your landlord’s son.

He sat next to you on the couch, watching television.

“Are you always this antisocial?” he asked, after a few moments.

You shrugged. “I guess so.”

He nodded, putting his meal on the table. “I’m going to get some, uh, wine. Do you want some?”

You looked over at him, nodding. He smiled, quickly getting up and going back upstairs. He soon came down with two glasses and the almost empty bottle of wine.

“For the lady,” he said, pouring you a glass.

You smiled at him graciously before taking a sip.

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for about 20 minutes, the television filling the silence with laughter and sound effects.

“So you study at King’s?” he asked, leaning back on the couch.

You nodded.

“What do you study?” he asked.

“Behavioural Psychology,” you replied.

“That’s interesting,” he said.

You shook your head. “It’s really boring. But, my family owns a private psychiatry business, so I kind of had to,” you said, sipping at your wine.

“You’re talkative now,” he said, smirking.

“And you’re cockier now,” you retorted, giving him the same smirk.

The two of you ended up talking for the entire night, so long that you even heard Jacqueline go upstairs to her room. Once the initial awkwardness subsided (very heavily due to the alcohol), you two could have a good conversation, which seemed to go on for hours.

Checking your watch, you sighed.

“It’s late,” you said, rubbing your eyes.


Asa chuckled, pulling you into a hug. “How have we never met before this?” he asked, into your shoulder.

“Because you’re famous and I’m not?” you replied, unsure of how to answer the question.

“Go home y/n,” he laughed. “You’re drunk.”


You rolled your eyes, pulling away from him. “I am home.”

He looked at you, quietly. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or just you, but you found yourselves leaning closer until your lips finally touched. His hands cupped your face as yours tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss. You pulled back for a moment, both of you out of breath. You smiled widely as he pulled you back in again.




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The Partner Revealed - Part 3

Originally posted by bugheadjones-the-third

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Jughead and Y/N’s relationship gets more intense but will it continue?

Warnings: Bullying

Word count: 3396

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, my computer died on me. But it is a bigger part to make up for it! 


Jughead’s point of view

Jughead gets up refreshed that morning. He couldn’t sleep many hours, but the ones he managed to were serene, the very word Y/N used to describe Sweet Water River the previous night. He has so much to write after what he considers to be his best moment in ages! He lets his fingers work fast and his mind even faster, for he would have to move from one Twilight Zone to another – the drive-in to school – pretty soon.

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First Love was a Lie || pt. 1

credits to @jimiyoong


pairing: Jimin | Yoongi
genre: fluff, future smut and slight angst
warning: none!!
words: 1.4k

a/n: aaa im finally posting again yay!! sorry it’s been long since i last posted my writing, school’s been busy and im packed with assignments to do… this won’t be a long series and hopefully i’ll be updating regularly! exam’s coming up in 3 weeks so i might take a break from the series halfway through, so sorry in advance! but i hope you guys enjoyed this first part (〃▽〃)


“Gah. I’m not doing this anymore. It doesn’t make any sense! It’s practically pointless.” Jimin complained as he threw his pen across the table, before plonking his head down on the table. Mathematics was the subject that he hated the most. That being said, he took no interest in any other subjects in school, apart from dance and music production.

“Come on. You’ve been stuck on question one since forever…It’s been half an hour since class started.” Taehyung glanced over at Jimin, who was now drooling over his crumpled worksheet. Taehyung shook his head in silent disapproval, giving Jimin a hard slap on the back.

“Get up, idiot.”

Much to Taehyung’s irritation, Jimin merely responded with a slight groan, scrunching his brows together.

“Tsk. This kid…”

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Summer with Cassie

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

Alternative Tom and OC, happy fluff no warning needed.


Day three of the summer holidays and I looked at my angelic, six year old daughter with the blonde hair and blue eyes, and waited for those words that every mother dreads.

“I’m Bored” Well we’d got three days in without it.

This year however Mummy had a cunning plan. Over the course of the summer term I had written a list of things to do for when these words were uttered. So that when she yelled them at me, and my brain did the thing of emptying all thoughts down my left leg, where they could not be retrieved till I went to bed (at which point I remember every idea I’d ever had in my life) I was prepared. YES, I’d rush to my list and there the ideas would be.

“Well Cassie” I said to her all smiles

“Go get the rackets and the shuttlecock, and we will go play on the beach”

The look I got back was of astonishment, mummy was meant to say, 

“I have no idea” thus letting her do the whole whiny thing, and then be allowed on the computer early. Mum had outsmarted her!

Off we went, with me carrying the rackets and shuttlecock, that Cassie just referred to as a cock, while Cassie chatted nineteen to the dozen.  I did trying to keep up with what her friend Clare had said to her friend Sam, when he’d offered to kiss her goodbye on the last day of school. I don’t remember my school days being so much of a soap opera.

Sam was just getting over the slap in the face from Clare, as he hadn’t taken no for an answer, when we got to the beach.

Rackets at the ready we stood either side of a water break, or groin as they are called here, and the match was on. The rackets flashed through the air and we occasionally managed to hit the bloody thing.

Cassie made a massive effort to hit the cock and did so, sending it straight into the path of a runner with a dog. The dog promptly picked it up and eat it, game over.

I have never seen anyone so embarrassed about an eaten cock.

“I am so sorry, I messed up your game, he’s not mine and that’s no excuse, shit Sorry, bugger. Sorry just sworn in front of your child” I decided to stop him there. 

“It’s OK these things happen” 

Cassie was doing a little dance besides me and I knew why. The guy apologising was the actor Tom Hiddleston. A bit sweaty, and dressed in clothes most homeless guys would have thrown out but it was him nevertheless.

“It’s Loki” she whispered loud enough for the whole town to hear

“Yes it is” I whispered back 

“but I think the poor demi god is trying not to be noticed, hence leaving his horns at home” Cassie just grinned from ear to ear and asked to fuss his dog and promised not to tell a soul she’d seen him.

Tom grinned back at her and winking said thank you, and I simply tried to keep my cool and make out meeting the guy I had very naughty thoughts about, was a regular thing. 

Look him straight in the eye girl because looking down meant looking at the front of the thin fabric trackies and my mind was wandering off to places it should not.

“I’am sorry” he said yet again

“It’s my Aunties dog, she lives down here and I offered to take him on my run”

My daughter never one to miss an opportunity stood up from the floppy eared menace and slipping her hand in Toms, looked up at him and said.

“It’s really Ok, I was just keeping mum busy anyway, she was bored. Fancy throwing some stones and seeing who can get them to skim the water the most?”

And he said yes. Fuck it, my six year old girl makes boo boo, eyes at him and he’s putty in her hands. Why can’t I have this luck with men?

Off they trotted with mummy behind carrying the now forgotten rackets. Cassie telling Tom all about her stone skimming skills, and all about her friend Clare and the unwanted Kiss. Tom listening intently to her and trying not to laugh.

He rolled up his trackies, took off his trainers and stood calf deep in the water. Cassie kicked off her shoes and joined him, once again slipping her tiny hand into his large one. 

“Boy you’re Cute” she told him.

“You’re far too old for me but my mum’s free, dad decided life was a bit tough and had to go live with a friend……a friend that happens to be a female. They think I haven’t guessed but I’m six, nearly seven, not two! Mums been very good and now she hardly cries at all, but I do know she lonely, so you would be a great friend to have”

“Cassie!” I said, now beetroot in colour and blown away by my daughter’s take on the situation.

“I am so sorry” I told him feeling like the world’s biggest prat.

“Why? Your daughter is a credit to you and your husband is missing out, on both of you.” He smiled at me and then down at Cassie 

“Hey little lady are you old enough, if mums comes with us, for an ice cream at the Castle. I’ve been told they also have amazing cake there as well”

Cassie’s eyes lit up and her shoes went back on in record speed, all thoughts of throwing stone forgotten at the mention of Ice cream and cake, she does take after me in something’s.

Tom replaced his trainers and off we went along the beach front, up the bank and on to the Castle, it’s not exactly what you call a big Castle but if you could win a war by cake alone it would.

We took a table outside because Sidney- that’s the cock eating dog- was not allowed in doors and the way they looked at Tom and how he was dressed, I’m not sure he was welcome either. 

Mrs Eason who ran the place was not the kind of lady to watch movies. She was more of your Coronation street and Gardeners question time, kind of gal, so her look at the hobo that had just entered her established could have killed puppies. 

Tom seem totally unaware that his attire was a wee bit on the rough side.

Still He must have managed to change Mrs Easons mind about him though, because by the time he’d left her after ordering the drinks, cake and ice cream, she was smiling and behaving like a love-sick teen.

He sat down at the table and Cassie at once started asking questions, the poor guy had barely put his bum on the chair when she was off.

“Do the horns hurt?” was the first of many. Give the guy his due he answered everyone till her,

“So why aren’t you with someone?” 

“Cassie, somethings are private!” She looked crestfallen, then Tom just smiled.

“Sometimes, as you will find, people don’t work together the way you wanted, and the best thing to do is separate and start again”

The smile was still there on his lips, his eyes however said it was fake.

“Oh I know that. And sometimes people show you what they want you to see to win you, and then once they have you, they show their true selves”

My turn to have sad eyes.

“But little lady the world turns, and fortunes change, you meet new People and start again” 

“Well said Shakespeare” I told him and giggled

“That was more of a Hiddles actually” he grinned

“No shit Sherlock but the big Bard would have been proud” 

“I think you will find Benidict s Sherlock”

At this we both laugh and Cassie now realising she was bored already despite having a demo god to play with, went off to play on the grass with Sidney.

Tom it turned out, was down here to relax, the papers had yet to find this new temporary home, last summer’s drama was still rumbling  around the press like distant thunder, and here he could walk or run Sidney and gather his thoughts.

“Well if you ever need an annoying six, nearly seven year old to explain life to you, feel free to come see us”

The cake and ice cream arrived and Cassie appeared as if by magic. The demo god then got messy eating, as Cassie banged his elbow to get his attention, spilling his ice cream all down him.

“Cassie! I’m so sorry you’re covered in ice cream” He wasn’t for long, as Sidney came out from where he’d parked his furry bum under the table, and jumping on Tom’s lap, licked the ice cream off his t-shirt. I’m not saying what the thoughts were that went through my head but it’s safe to say they were NSFW, and I was jealous of a dog!

“Sorted” said Tom with a grin. I need to be, I thought with a smirk.

“Time I left you lovely ladies and got the mad mutt home, thank you for your company and I hope to see you again.”

“We live in St. Mary road number Eleven” Cassie told him 

“Come and paint with me tomorrow afternoon, we have glitter and metallic paints”

He grinned “Now thats an offer but I must go” his tall frame stood up leaving me at just the wrong height, he said one more goodbye then left.

Cassie was on cloud nine for the rest of the day and when her father called in the evening to say goodnight, she told him all about our meeting. I noticed in this telling, how much Loki like Mummy, wicked child.

The following afternoon she wouldn’t start painting till Tom turned up. I did say it was highly unlikely but Cassie knew better and it seemed she did.

Three o'clock the door went, she rushed to answer it and there he was. Sidney had been left behind, as he was not into painting but Tom had brought his Aunties Coffee Walnut cake along with Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.

Cassie again just took his hand and lead him into our kitchen. Here the floor had all the paper, brushes and paint waiting, this was big art and a large bit of lining paper was rolled out ready to go.

“I feel you should be given fair warning that we are not tidy artist, it’s on the floor on hands and knees, and those look like nice jeans” on a nice butt and those thighs….

“Oh don’t worry about me, what are we painting?” he replied, would he be saying this in an hour, I wondered?

Cassie decided to explain today’s artist theme.

“Today we are painting the castle where the princess lives”

“Ah to be saved by the Prince" Oh Tom you’ve said it now, I thought.

“I don’t think so, Princess Cassie has her own armour, she has killed three dragons. She doesn’t need a man to save her but one would be nice as a pal. Well as long as he didn’t try anything icky” 

Cassie now stood with her hands on her hips, and an incredibly serious look on her face. Toms face was almost doing contortions, so as not to laugh out loud, his blue eyes full of mirth.

“In this house ladies and men are equal” I told him

“Quite right to, in mine I think they rule. I have two sisters and a mum and they take no messing from me” 

With the state of play explain, we got down on the floor and on with the serious task of painting the castle. 

Its outside front wall left off, so we could paint each room inside. Tom was amused to see Cassie put in an art room, a TV and snacks room, a bedroom, the bed of course being made from the bones of her dragon kills and finally a dance and music room. 

We were all covered in paint, our hands, arms, smudges on faces and Tom’s jeans now had a sparkle they didn’t have when he arrived. Cassie pleased with her master piece put down her paintbrush and told Tom, while mummy clears up she’d show him her music, then they could have the cake. Tom looked at me and I laugh 

“Go on I’m used to it” twenty minutes later I entered the dance room, as Cassie called our sitting room. The furniture was pushed back and a six year old (nearly seven) and a thirty six year old man where waltzing. Cassie was standing on Tom’s feet as he glided her around the room to my Strauss cd.

“Look mummy I can posh dance, Tom says all princess knights, need to do this”

“Got bored of the Macarana then” I grinned at him

“Mummy your turn”

And with that Tom let Cassie get off his poor feet and the Prince in my living room took my hand, put his other arm around my waist and glided me around the room, his eyes never leaving mine. Cassie kindly took a picture on my phone, and sent it, as I found out later to her dad.

I hadn’t felt the way I felt then in years, that feeling of being the centre of attention in someone’s life, albeit for only the time of a waltz was so beautiful, could we not just dance on. Music stops and men move on and I felt like a teenager. Sod it.

“Cake time” yelled Cassie before Tom had time to question my expression, thank you daughter.

Toms Aunty was a wonderful cook, the coffee walnut cake was to die for. I could feel my waistline expanding as piece number two travel down to join the generous first chunk Tom had insisted I had.

“Are you trying to get me fat?” I asked him

“Well you have to have something to hold on to” he grinned and my face went red again, while Cassie just smiled at the two of us, her face covered in Ben and Jerry’s.

He left not long after that, not before he’d asked us both to the Regatta that weekend.

“It’s so much more fun if you have a small with you, as you have a legitimate reason for going on all the rides” The sparkling blue eyes and grin was back.

“Oh yes! daddy hated the rides and mummy loves them, I do too. So we’ll be there, won’t we mum?”

I could hardly disappoint her now could I.

“If you are totally sure. You do realise there will be local press there? If you get seen, especially with me and Cass, your life will be on parade again and you are here to avoid that” 

“Ah sod it, can’t hide forever” and that was that.

Saturday night Cassie was on the ceiling with excitement and we’d yet to get any of the sugary delights that the regatta had to offer. The idea that her mates would see her and her mum out with Loki, was just blowing her nearly seven year old brain. I had to sit her down and explain that we should if at all possible, let Tom have fun without the hassle of being recognised. Which quite frankly made no sense to a small at all.

Tom turned up and he was almost as high as Cassie, claiming to have not had a night out like this for many years.

Once we were there he tried everything thing and so did Cassie, the pair were like a couple of Duracell bunnies, on speed. Not only did the six foot child insist on trying every ride at least twice, he also insisted on the hot donuts, Candy floss, toffee apples and hot dogs. 

Im surprised Cassie didn’t cover Tom in vomit on the bumper cars, she looked very green but when she got off their shared car, she just laughed. 

She then insisted we all went on the Ferris wheel, Tom one side of her me the other. 

At the top of this rickety old ride, she told Tom she was scared, could he hold on to her and mummy as well. Because if she was scared so was mum.  Tom smile at her put his long arm behind and round the pair of us.

“Squidge up mum” Cass laughed as the ride took us back up to the top again. The three of us squished together seemed just a little like some cheesy romantic novel but I was far from complaining.

The last ride before the fireworks was my favourite the carousel, unfortunately it only had two horses left, so I stood back and let the kids go on.

“Oh no you don’t look that one’s a two seater horse, share with Cassie” Tom said grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

“No way I’m too big to share a horse” Cass exclaimed glaring at him and me.

“Suit yourself little cowgirl, then I’m sharing with your mum” and with that he got on the back of the bloody thing and pulled me on the front.

Before the ride had even started his arms went round my waist and his head snuggled into my neck. 

He was warm and his smelt divine, the music was pretty and my mind went back to days when all this, and more had seemed a possibility.

I knew he was here just for the summer, and I knew we were a distraction from the real world but at the moment I didn’t give a flying you know what! This moment was mine.

At the end he got off and helped me down, then turned and did the same for Cassie, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat at the two of us.

“Hot chocolate and fireworks, yes mum?”

It had long been a tradition that at this time we got hot chocolate, went and sat on the slopes above the beach and watched the fireworks, that go off from a boat out on the sea. 

Last year it had been with Cassie’s dad who as with every year, complained about the price of the hot chocolate, as he would have done the rides and the food. Then we’d have the traditional script about the amount of people, the ground being cold and so on. Oh and we had to sit where he wanted. Cassie and I had to follow, as good girls do.

This year Tom cheered Cassie’s suggestion, paid for the hot chocolate and managed to carry all three, whilst telling Cass to pick the best spot. 

We sat with everyone else and watched the last rays of light leave the sky, the sea turned all colours of the rainbow as it did so and the world grew dark and a bit colder. Tom who was now in between us put an arm around each of us and hugged tight.

“This is so lovely, look at how many people are here, it has such a gorgeous feel to it” he said

“Wait till the fireworks start, it gets better” Cassie told him and on cue they went off.

The sky filled with colour and light and noise and the sea beneath reflected it back. Every year this sight made me feel a little sad, as I watched other couples cuddles up and yell Oo and ah, as each explosion filled the air. This year I’d somehow become one of them and yes again I knew this was just for a little while, it still felt really good.

As the last huge rocket took to the sky the crowd applauded and as with every year we all got up from our grass seats, shook out the stiffness in our legs and bums and headed home, in all directions. 

Tom looked at me and Cass and said,

“Thank you for the most amazing evening” and with that he grinned at my daughter and then kissed me! Not a little peck, no a full on the lips, eyes closed romantic end of movie job.

I was totally stunned, daughter however wasn’t.

“Told you she’d be a good best friend” 

“And small and intuitive female, who killed dragons, you were right. In this movie the girls save the boy” Cassie giggled and took his hand, his other wrapped round my waist and we headed for my home.

I now don’t know where this is going to end but I want to stay on this ride and see.

(picture not mine I just played)

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