he's following her again

Also well played dad that you know when your daughter has a one night stand with a pop star. When he was in Jamaica. Or was it la. This year? Or two years ago when she was 18? Also well done on your fab hearing - so good you heard her name when he was singing on the today show. Because that’s how she found out, right? After all, that’s the line in the song? Handy! So even though she didn’t know it was coming, she had made all her sm private. Except her name. And Carolina. And LA. And yet somehow your family tree is in the dm. With pics. And the follow by Cam Azoff is because… Harry liked her so much? But never followed her or saw her again. Except he did. To let her know. Except he didn’t. Although they are friendly.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Alicia Zimmermann stared in movies in the 90′s

One of these was the story of a teenage girl, figure skater (she had a stunt double), who was on her way to win all the medals when, because insert reason here, she gets sent to live in Nashville with her father, whom she never met before.

She misses skating but discovers that, with her equilibrium, she can do horse acrobatics in a new kind of rink. I think it’s called vaulting. 

She also falls in love with a tall, dark haired, aloof young man who tends to the horses and plays soft country music on his guitar. 

And when she inevitably has to go back to the North, she gets heartbroken again, but fear not, because he follows her and learns to skate so he can go ask her out after a practice (or AFTER SHE JUST FINISHED HER SHOW AT THE REGIONALS, THIS IS A 90′S TEENAGE GIRL MOVIE IT NEEDS MORE CLICHÉS AND BIGGER DECLARATIONS OF LOVE. CAN WE GET THE HORSE ON THE ICE???)

Anyway this movie is SO TACKY and Alicia can’t stand to watch herself. It’s become kind of a meme on tumblr because half the teenage girls wanted to be Alicia, the other half wanted to date her. 

The SMH chat is full of memes from this movie, sometimes Holster can spend entire days communicating with only pics of Jack’s mom. Jack is weirded out, because for him, it’s a traditional Christmas movie he used to watch religiously with is dad. 

The DVD of that movie is Shitty’s most prized possession. 

For everyone who’s upset that Fitz is with someone else and fixing his regret seems to have led to being without Jemma, I’d like to posit that Fitz’s regret is something related to his childhood/his father.

If AIDA reset his timeline back at his childhood, it’s likely that his entire life trajectory was different and therefore he never met Jemma. Along with ALL the changes given everyone’s regrets, something must have gone extremely wrong and that’s what happened. We know, for a fact, that Fitz would never ever regret Jemma.

Because of this, I’m sure that somehow Jemma will find him again in the Framework and he’ll follow with her again. Even in a world where he doesn’t know her, he still loves her.

thefts of the heart (and flower)

; phan ;

summary / prompt ; “sometimes i steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure “the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft” and i’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard” 

Dan kneeled next to the new box, filled with yellow tulips. Newly in season, he noted, brushing his fingertips over one of the petals. They were beautiful, stuck in the perfect ethereal state between blooming and dying. 

The brown eyed boy smiled, blinking as the bright iridescent sunlight of that morning ricocheted off the nearby window of whoever’s house this was, blinding him momentarily. He tugged the strap of his overalls back over his shoulder, where it had slipped off of. They were far too loose, but that was the way he liked it. 

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He Cheats Part One

Originally posted by fireprooof

Pairing: Y/N and Harry 

Word Count : 1133

Harry had been distant lately. He always seemed to be in the studio or in meeting or prepping for some interview. He never seemed to be around she never knew how to address it, she didn’t want to be clingy. But she missed him, she missed eating dinner together, she missed staying up late and laughing, she missed him. It made no sense to her, she knew he was a busy guy, she knew what she had signed up for. But he used to make time for her, he used to make it a priority to see her and spend time with her.

She sat at the table, the meal she had just cooked for the two sat in front of her. Her plate untouched, his seat empty. She was going to tell him how she was accepted into the medical school in L.A., there they could be closer. It would be easier for them. It wasn’t her first choice but she loved him and the school there was just as great as her current college, maybe even better. She was ready to change her life to be closer to him.

The tears pooled at her eyes as she looked at her phone, she had hardly ever googled his whereabouts, but she needed to know. She needed to know why he was ignoring her, why he had shown up late in the night and left early in the morning. Her lower lip trembled as she saw it. He was wearing the shirt she had bought him, her favorite shirt. He was sitting in the back of the booth, clearly hiding from everyone else, the picture must have been taken by a worker. His lips pressed on another girls lips, his hand cupping her face. She swiped to the next photo where he stood, grabbing her hand to help her up. The last one broke her heart, they were walking into a hotel room.

She stood, grabbing the plates and tossing it all in the trash. Her heart felt like it had dropped to her stomach, she couldn’t make it up the stairs. Half way up her knees gave out and she sat on the stairways crying. Her head laid on one of the higher steps, the salt water streaming from her eyes. She angrily grabbed her phone tossing it on the ground. She could have sworn someone had grabbed her heart and pulled it out of her chest, stomping on it, and then forced it right back into her chest. Her sob increased and her body shook, she just wanted it to end. She hated him. She did.

The door opened and Harry walked in, shaking the snow from his hair. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the rack. He stopped hearing the muffled sobs, her sobs. He hadn’t heard her cry like that ever, he had seen her cry of course. But he had it never heard her so hurt. He could hear her trying to breathe, but the sobs just kept pouring out. He turned and saw her sitting there, and he could of sworn that right then and there his own heart broke. He had never felt like that before.

“Y/N,” he says gently walking up the stairs and sitting next to her, he reaches out to touch her but she shoves at his shift.

“Don’t,” she says, in a voice he had never heard her use before, it’s cold and sharp, but at the same time she sounded so broken and hurt.

“Kitten,” he tried again, voice soft and gentle, his hand reaching for her face but she pushes it away.

Another sob, Harry frowned, “what’s wrong?” he asked, but deep down inside he knew.

She sniffled, hiccups leaving her mouth. Her hands are shaking as they come up to her face, wiping away the tears. Once the sobs have died down she looks at her hands, “I got into the school in L.A.,” she says.

“That’s great we can be much closer,” Harry says.

“No,” she says, “I know Harry. Why would I want to be closer to you when you’ll only leave me at night for her? Why?”


“Why!” She screamed, “why Harry? I work all day and have classes and I come back here and cook for you and clean and love you and you what? You leave in the middle of the night to be with her.”


“You take her out! You kissed her, you oh god, you slept with her,” she whispered, her face dropping into her hands, “why?”

“I don’t know,” Harry says, “she was there-“

“And what? I wasn’t!” She cried, “I’ve been here, waiting for you to come home, just waiting.”

“Baby,” Harry says, but she stands, “where are you going?”

She storms up the stairs and Harry follows, but she slams the door and locks it before he can enter the bedroom. “Y/N, please, she means nothing to me,” Harry begs.

She grabs a duffle bag and starts shoving clothes into it, “clearly she meant something,” she yelled back.

“It was a mistake,” Harry tried.

“Yeah which time? The dinner, the hotel, or are there others I haven’t heard about?” she yelled.

She zips the bag and drops it over her shoulder pulling the door open. Harry’s eyes are watering and he looks at the bag then at her, “please, don’t leave. I’ll never seen her again. You love me right?”

“Yes,” she says, “but I can’t. I can’t-I don’t trust you anymore.”

She starts walking away and Harry grabs her arm pulling her close to him, “please, please,” he begs, dropping to his knees, hugging her legs, “I’ll do anything, just tell me what to do.”

She cries, shaking her head, her tears falling on to his head, “the damage is done,” she whispered.


“Don’t you get it!” she cried, “you hurt me Harry, this isn’t something little. T-this isn’t a small kiss that happened after ten drinks, this is something you did again and again, this is something you left me alone for, you hurt me.”

She grabbed his arms, pulling them off, “you hurt me,” she repeats.

Harry stands reaching for her but she shoves him back, “you hurt me!” she screamed, “I can’t do this Harry.”

She turns running down the stairs and he follows, “no please, no don’t go, please I’ll never see her again, I won’t ever talk to anyone else,” Harry promises following her.

“No!” She yelled, turning, “don’t beg me to stay when you’ve left me for nights!”

She grabs her car keys, “bye Harry.”

“Y/N,” he cries, “please.”

But she’s in her car already, doors locked, engine turned on. She’s not sure where she’ll go but she knows it has to be far from him.

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her…

Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !! 

(My master list, by the way : Right here )



Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental…You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony. 

And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst…he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But…The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks…

Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have…could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you…Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go. 

“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because…Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons…Did they forget about you too ?

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Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…


Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,


“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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Purgatory Revelations 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Benny, mention of Cas

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 605

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-versary Celebration Fic TWENTY-TWO. The line requested was,  “Be strong in the moments you want to be weak.” It was requested by  @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid. It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you for celebrating with me.  This is a quick little story that just kind of happened. It was inspired by the gif above submitted by @jesstherebel I hadn’t even planned on writing tonight. Hope you guys like it. 

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Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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New Years Eve: Also Known As How Marinette Broke Chat

So, this ridiculously fluffy piece is my gift to @mr-hawkmoth, as a thank you for all the amazing pieces they right and things they post! :D You are really awesome, and I think you should get more love! Sorry for how poorly written this is, but I hope you enjoy it! ;) Pairing is MariChat, with a bit of reverse lovesquare at the end XD

“You know, you’re kinda becoming a stalker, kid.”

Adrien glared at his kwami, the tips of his ears burning red with embarrassment as he lingered in the shadows of the statue of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It was New Years Eve, and his father had been called away on pressing business the day after Christmas, meaning Adrien had been alone for most of the week. Normally, he would have been taking advantage of this sudden freedom, but Nino, the only friend he was close enough with to actually call up at a moment’s notice, had already left town to go and visit his grandparents in the countryside. While so many of his schoolmates had shown up to celebrate Christmas with him, not once had he really spent time with any of them outside of the presence of his best friend, aside from Chloe.

At one point he almost thought about calling her, only to remember that the last time he’d spent New Years with her, he’d had to hide in the men’s restroom at the hotel when midnight struck just to avoid having to kiss her. Adrien wasn’t oblivious, he knew how she felt about him, but he also knew that while her friendship with him was genuine, her pursuit of him was shallow at best. No way was he going to encourage any misunderstandings this year just because he was lonely. Thus, he had been wandering around the city as Chat Noir, trying to distract himself from the ceaseless boredom that had been plaguing him, when he had found himself headed towards the bakery by the school.


An image of the spunky girl who sat behind him at school flashed through his mind, and Chat felt his heart lighten immediately. She had been kind enough to make him a beautiful hat for Christmas this year, and even though it hadn’t been fixed with Ladybug’s miraculous, Adrien had really been touched by the amount of time and thought she had put into it. Honestly, he had been quite disappointed when he realized that her gift to him had been destroyed entirely, and hadn’t been able to even thank her for it yet as a result. Landing in the park, strategically out of sight behind the statue dedicated to Ladybug and himself, Chat debated with himself.

I mean, I do need to thank her… plus, her family was so welcoming the last time I was over. And maybe we could play some video games! I have been practicing— maybe this time I could actually beat her!’

Mind made up, he released his transformation, and had been in the middle of explaining things to Plagg when he heard her voice from across the street.

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be careful,” Marinette called cheerfully, a box with the bakery’s name stamped on the side carefully balanced on her hip. “It’s only a few blocks, I’ll be back before you know it!”

And so he found himself hesitating, watching as she headed off along the sidewalk to make what was probably a delivery to someone.

Leave it to Plagg to find a way to turn the innocent circumstances into opportunity to tease him. Although… maybe stalking Marinette wasn’t such a bad idea. It was already close to midnight, and the direction she was headed was not well lit at the moment, making a lone girl easy prey for unsavory individuals. Decision made, he transformed once more and chased after her, surprised to realize that while he had been debating on what to do she had managed to vanish from his sight.

By the time he did catch up to her, the direction she was headed became pretty clear, and Chat felt himself frown in confusion.

Why is she headed to my house?’

Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched as she approached the locked gates to the mansion’s compound and pressed the intercom button. He felt a little bad for not being inside to answer her, but his instincts were urging him to keep her in sight, and so he watched as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, waiting for an answer that wasn’t going to come. She tried the intercom a few more times, and as the minutes ticked by with no response, her face dropped into a frown.

Great,’ he thought with a hint of sarcasm, ‘I’ve upset her.’

Shoulders slumping, Chat watched as she pressed her face into the gaps between the bars, looking for something that she apparently didn’t find. Body drooping with apparent defeat, the girl turned to go back the way she had come, but this time her pace was much slower.

Chat waited until she’d put some distance between them before he started to follow her again, this time on foot. Ducking from shadow to shadow, his thoughts raced. Why had she come over to his place with a delivery from the bakery? Did she get the address wrong? Why had she looked so upset? Did she think he had called in a crank order and then just not answered? Anxiety bubbled around his heart at the thought of another misunderstanding coming between them, especially after she’d been nice enough to give him a Christmas gift when none of his other friends had.

So distracted was he by his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize he could no longer see Marinette in front of him. When it finally registered, he froze, eyes darting around to try and see where she had disappeared. Unease crept over him as he vaulted up to the nearest building, head whipping back and forth trying to locate movement. Unfortunately, even with his night vision, Chat couldn’t find a trace of her. Twisting around to retrace his steps, concern turning into panic, he was almost to the next roof when he heard them.

A group of voices, distinctly male.

And one rather annoyed female voice.

It had come from the alley around the other side of the building, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the roof. Looking down, he could see Marinette blocked into the darkened breezeway by 3 men. Sharp eyes taking in every detail, he noticed the leering expressions on their faces as they looked at the girl, and could smell the liquor coming off of them from where he crouched, ready to move if need be. Disgust choking him as he practically read their intentions, Chat couldn’t help but glance back at Marinette’s face, to see how she was handling the situation. Her expression made him want to flinch back, pure fury radiating from every line of her body.

Apparently, the males below were to dense to read the situation, and Chat listened as the one directly in front of his friend rasped suggestively, “Seriously babe, it’s almost midnight- don’t you want luck in love for the new year?”

“Yeah, and with three of us…” another one slurred, eyeing her like a piece of meat.

“…we can guarantee you’ll get lucky.” The last one finished the vulgar innuendo while moving uncomfortably closer to her, hand reaching out to grab her.

Oh hell no. Chat felt time slow to a crawl as the lecherous hand drew closer to Marinette, outrage and fear suffusing every fiber of his being. Moving on pure reflex, the need to protect the girl below from harm driving him forward, the outraged super hero could only think of one thing as he landed quietly behind the drunkards.

He was going to break that hand.

Before he could follow through on that thought though, a loud crack followed by a shriek of pain echoed around them. Emerald eyes widened in surprise as the man who had been reaching for the seemingly helpless young girl dropped to his knees, his now broken hand still clenched firmly by the not-so-distressed damsel.

His friends were equally frozen, but shook it off much more quickly than Chat could. Both lunged for her at the same time, growled curses and insults spilling from their vile mouths. Marinette, still holding the injured hand of the leader, ducked a wild swing from one while simultaneously bringing her foot up to slam into the throat of the other. Off balanced, the first stumbled to the ground, his own momentum and inebriated state leaving him kissing nothing but concrete, while the second fell backwards, clutching at his throat as he gasped for breath.

Fury still spilling from every inch of her, the girl wasted no time ins turning on the hapless brute behind her, who had yet to regain his bearings and had barely managed to roll over. Finally releasing the leader from her iron grip, the deceptively petit Marinette swung her leg out once more, this time whipping in a full revolution that had her foot making contact with both men’s jaws in quick succession.

Both fell to the ground, unconscious, while the third was still wheezing for air, eyes wide and fearful as he watched how easily she dispatched his buddies. When she finally looked back in his direction, the man squeaked in terror, quickly getting to his feet and running past Chat and into the night.

For his part, Chat Noir could only stare in amazement, heart thumping in his chest. He hadn’t moved an inch, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open as she effortlessly took down her attackers. Not only had Marinette not needed him, Chat was pretty sure she hadn’t even noticed him. Even now, she had yet to look up at him, and instead had made her way over to the side of the alley bending down to collect something he hadn’t noticed when he first came upon them.

The box.

Pastries and candies spilled out in various directions on the ground from where the box looked to have been thrown against the wall. Chat watched her pick up a half-crushed macaroon, anger fading to be replaced with…

“Don’t cry, Princess,” he murmured, the sight of her tears urging him into action finally. She jumped upon hearing his voice, blue eyes flashing towards him as he knelt beside her.

“Chat Noir…?”

He ignored the question in her voice, instead asking, “What were you doing out this late?”

She had stopped crying, but at his question her expression twisted once more with sadness. Her gaze dropped back down to the ruined sweets below and she shrugged.

“I have this friend and… well, I found out earlier that he’s spending New Year’s Eve alone. So I wanted to take him some treats, and…” she replied, a light flush to her cheeks as she avoided looking at him.

“…and see if maybe he wanted some company.”

Chat felt his heart stutter within his chest even as he kept his expression neutral. That’s why she had gone to his house. Sweet, thoughtful, awkward Marinette had been thinking of him, gone through all this trouble for him, just to make sure he wasn’t lonely. His thoughts were interrupted as she continued, having taken his silence as a request for more details.

“B-but he wasn’t home, and so I was just going to take them by tomorrow. But then these,” here she gestured at the bodies still lying in the alley with them, annoyance clear in her tone. “These goons, well… they thought they were entitled to a kiss just because it was New Year’s Eve, and I tried to just leave but… I mean I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but they ruined the treats I had made for Adrien and now, I mean…”

A sigh left her lips as she fell silent, clearly worn out by the events of the night as her gaze drifted to the hands in her lap. Chat’s brain was racing though. Because not only had she been trying to do something nice for him, she had kicked three grown men’s asses for him, for ruining the gifts she had made for him. And, oh how she had kicked their asses. Honestly, Chat didn’t know anyone besides Ladybug who could move with so much grace and strength at the same time. Yet, here was Marinette, wrecking three guys like it was nothing, all in his name. Not to protect herself, although that’s what he had initially thought, but simply because they had destroyed something that had been made for him.

That she had made for him.

He felt himself swoon a little at the thought.

Chat smiled, reaching for her hands and drawing her to her feet. She met his eyes as he winked at her, a plan having already formed in his mind.

“Well, purr-rincess, I don’t think you need to worry about your friend!”

At her puzzled expression, he adopted a stage whisper as he continued, “I’m pretty sure I saw him making his way towards your place earlier while I was on patrol.”

He felt triumphant at the look of delight she was giving him. Based on where they were, it would be easy to make it back to the bakery and de-transform before Marinette got there. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be in the first place, no harm in using his “inside knowledge” to cheer her up right now.


“Pawsitively!” He thrilled at the light giggle she let out at his pun, feeling giddy in the face of his accomplishment. He was about to bid her a good night, so he could make his way over to the bakery when he heard muffled shouts coming from the surrounding buildings.


“You had better get home! You don’t want to bring in the Mew Year with the embodiment of bad luck!”


He turned to go, but felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Marinette smiling at him as she stepped closer.


Chat was frozen as she lifted his hand…


and soft, warm lips pressed with aching deliberateness to his knuckles, the dark sweep of her lashes standing out against her pale, freckled cheeks as her eyes closed with the action. Even through the leather of his glove, Chat could feel the heat of her mouth, the tickle of her lips as they slowly pulled away and she pinned him with her sapphire gaze once more.

“Happy New Year, minou,” she murmured, smiling at him softly.

Chat could only nod, face flushing as she released his hand after giving it a light squeeze, and made her way around him and out of the alley. He couldn’t move for several moments, mind sluggish under the engulfing realization that was Marinette.

Marinette, who just kissed his hand like he did Ladybug’s.

Marinette, who beat up three thugs because they ruined a gift she made for him.

Marinette, who had thought of him when he was all alone.

Marinette, who had made him a beautiful Christmas gift.

Marinette, who played video games with him and welcomed him into her home.


Jerking back into awareness, Chat quickly vaulted to back to the rooftops, sprinting in the direction of the bakery so as to make it there before the girl who, after what he saw tonight, clearly had a good handle on a number of things.

His heart being one of them.

Attracted To The Enemy (Part 1)

[Gang AU] [ Warning: Violence + Language + Suggestive ]

Jay clenched his teeth together to keep from cursing when he stepped in a puddle of unknown liquid. Loco and Kiseok laughed seeing their leader get angered so easily. “Why did we have to come here? We are higher than them.” He had been in a bad mood and it didn’t help to be called to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night. 

“They have the upper hand, therefore they get to choose where we meet.” Kiseok was second in command, therefore he would take over for Jay when he wasn’t in his right of mind. “They finally got that helmet wearing mercenary’s location down to a  twenty mile radius.”

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lokisgame  asked:

50/63 please!

Look at this, I get to kill 5 birds with one stone!

1. “Don’t you dare.”
50. “My eyes are covered.”
54. “Sit down.”
55. “Listen up.”
63. “Is that sass I hear?”
70. “Look, a distraction!”

“I have a surprise for you,” is not exactly something Scully likes to hear from Mulder.  It could mean anything from a piece of chocolate to an alien autopsy, so she’s wary to hear it.  Even more wary when it’s followed by, “cover your eyes.”

“Can’t you just tell me?” Scully asks.  “Must we go through this whole song and dance to get to the point?”

“It’s more fun this way.  Cover your eyes.”

Even though her eyes are closed, she sighs and puts her hands over her face.  “There,” she says.  “My eyes are covered.”

“Okay, now come here,” he says, taking a light grip on her forearms to guide her backwards and to the side.  “Sit down.”

“I can’t see, how am I supposed to sit?  Let me just open-”

“Don’t you dare,” Mulder interrupts.  “The couch is right behind you.  I’ve got you, just sit down.”

Sightless and without the use of her hands, Scully tentatively shuffles her feet until her heels hit the couch and she crouches slowly, Mulder taking her weight so she doesn’t fall back, until she’s finally sitting and then he lets go.

“Alright now,” Mulder says.  “Listen up.  I have to go get something, so no peeking.”

“I could peek if I wanted to,” she answers.  “You’d never even know.  Maybe I already have.”

“Is that sass I hear?”

“You said no peeking, not no sarcasm.”

She feels Mulder move closer to her and then his mouth is by her ear.  “Keep it up and I’ll blindfold you instead.”

“Promise?” she retorts, knowing full well when she flirts back it’s Mulder’s kryptonite.

“Just don’t peek, I mean it,” he whispers and then he places a quick kiss to her lips.  Her head follows his as he retreats, so he kisses her again, pushing her back so she sinks into the soft leather behind her.  

Scully’s hands are in the way and she starts to move them, to slide her palms across her cheeks so she can wrap her arms around his neck, but Mulder catches her wrists and breaks their kiss.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Mulder says.  “You’re thinking, look, a distraction!  I’ll just kiss him and he’ll forget about whatever it is he has up his sleeve.  Nice try, Scully, but I’m on to you.”

“Dammit, Mulder,” she whispers.

He chuckles and kisses her briefly once more before he lets go of her wrists and his heat moves away from her.  Without her eyes, her ears grow more sensitive.  She listens to his quiet apartment, silent save for the hum of the motor aerating the fish tank.  Whatever Mulder’s doing, he’s managing to keep himself undetectable.  Then she hears the sticky sound of bare feet on hardwood and the scrape of his jeans off to her left.  He must’ve been in his bedroom.

“Did you peek?” Mulder asks.

Scully shakes her head no, growing more suspicious and impatient by the second.  Whatever he’s got up his sleeve, she just wishes he’d get it over with.  She can hear him sit down across from her.  The table creaks slightly and his knees touch hers.

“You can open them,” he says.

She moves her hands away from her face and blinks her eyes.  An empty drawer from Mulder’s dresser sits in his lap, wrapped in green ribbon with a silver bow pressed between the handles.

“You know, for when you stay over,” Mulder says.  “I also moved some things out of the closet, but I couldn’t really wrap empty space.”


“You can put anything you want in it,” he says, quickly.  “Even if it’s just books or medical journals or a spare umbrella, it’s yours to do what you want with.”

Scully takes the sides of the wide, empty drawer between her hands and moves it off of Mulder’s lap.  She rights it lengthwise and sets it on the floor as she stands and then wraps her arms around Mulder’s neck.  He has to look up at her because from where he sits, she’s a head taller than him.  She leans against his chest and he locks his arms across her lower back.

“There’s a little shelf in the refrigerator too that will hold all your little yogurts,” he says.  “And I’m pretty sure we can find a spot for the bee pollen.”

“Shut up, Mulder,” she whispers, before silencing him with a kiss.

The End

anonymous asked:

hi! are you accepting prompts? And if so, do you accept image prompts? I fell in love with this gif and I totally imagined caskett. It would be awesome if you could do it! the gif is a pregnant belly with a little foot <3

Hi Anon, I am so so so sorry it has taken me this long to write this for you. I hope you enjoy this, though, even though it’s been so long!

Making a Jailbreak

A Post-Series Ficlet

She loved this child beyond belief, but Kate Beckett was bored. So. Freaking. Bored.

Bed rest was important, vital; she wouldn’t ever dream of jeopardizing her baby’s health, not after months of worry and hope. That said, after almost a month of doing little more than reading baby books and listening to Castle’s sporadic creative bursts, taking only slow walks to the living room and the bathroom for exercise, she needed something more stimulating.

“I don’t know about you, kid,” she murmured, brushing a hand over the swell of her belly, “but I think it’s time to break out of here for a while.”

Castle might disagree, but he wasn’t the one cooped up in here day in and day out. He wasn’t the one being told to rest instead of being useful in some way (and she could work if someone would just get her the files she needed, but no; even her detectives had taken to following the strictest interpretation of her doctor’s orders). He wasn’t the one who practically needed a crane to haul himself out of bed each day. Once he had healed from his gunshot wound, he had been allowed to go about his life like normal.

“Just a short walk,” Kate added, assuring her unborn daughter that she wasn’t going to put her in harm’s way, not again. The shooting had put that much in perspective; Kate Beckett was stubborn, pigheaded, and frustrating as all hell, but she wasn’t going to take the same risks she once had.

It no longer surprised her when the baby responded to her voice; the little girl had been making her presence known for months, but this time the kick wasn’t a swift knock under her hand. Instead it was firm, pushing against the confines of her skin, warping the smooth curve of Kate’s belly through her t-shirt.

Kate blinked. Throughout her pregnancy, she had grown used to the flips and the flutters, but seeing her stomach ripple with her daughter’s movements was new and extremely weird.

But kind of cool, too.

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Marichat May Day 17: Balcony Visits

Cliche Balcony Make-Out Scene: Round 2!!  No clever twist on this one folks, ‘cause this is just classic.

Naturally, this is for @marinette-buginette, because enough is never enough!  (At least when it come to Marichat, and making out on the balcony.)  Her work is both wonderful and extensive, go read it!

Marinette climbed onto her balcony, and turned to take the plates from Chat Noir so that he could follow her.

“I’m sorry again about maman, Chat,” she sighed, passing his plate and fork back to him and settling on her lounger.  “She thinks she’s funny.”

“That’s because she is funny.”  He sat next to her and speared his fork through his slice of moist carrot cake.  “Your mom is great, Mari.  Your dad too, for that matter.”

She rolled her eyes as she swallowed a mouthful of her own dessert.  “I still can’t believe they invited you to stay for dinner, and then made you cook it.”

“They didn’t make me do anything.  I had as much fun learning to make quiche as I did learning to make flowers.”  He paused to consume another bite before continuing.  “This cake is awesome, by the way.   Your mom was right about having the frosting with cake under it.”

“Yes, well.  Don’t tell her that.  I generally try to avoid telling either of my parents that they are right about anything.”

He chuckled.  “You’re lucky.  Honestly, I’d be over here every day if I could.”

Marinette shifted on the lounger, bringing her leg up and tucking her foot beneath her, to eye him thoughtfully.  It had been strange, when he’d assumed she would be mad at him for his imperfect flowers.  She’d wondered at it then, and she wondered at it now.  And these were not the first hints she’d had that all was not well.  Who expected him to be so perfect all of the time?  “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not very happy, when you’re at home?”

“I don’t know,” he replied flatly, his expression shuttered.

She scooped another bite on her fork, but didn’t lift it from the plate.  “I, um…I’ve noticed that you’ve been spending more and more time here.”

He stiffened.  “I can stop, if it’s a problem.”

“No! Chat, that’s not what I meant at all.”  She set her unfinished cake on the large wooden spool that she used as a table, so that she could grip his arm.  “I love it when you’re here.  I’m just a little worried that perhaps the ‘stray’ thing is a bit too apt.”

“Hmm.  Or maybe I just like being here.”  He stuck more cake in his mouth.

Chaton—”  He stuck his finger in the frosting and smeared it on her cheek, near the corner of her mouth, and she spluttered a laugh.  “What the—Chat, what are you doing?”

“Whoops.  Looks like you’ve got something on your face,” he quipped, gazing at her innocently.  Then he made a show of looking around the lounger, and on the table.  “Oh dear, no napkins.  But don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.”  He caught her wrist, much like he had earlier that afternoon, and leaned forward to slowly kiss the smeared frosting from her skin.  “Isn’t this reason enough for me to be here, Princess?” he whispered, his face so close to hers that he could see her pupils dilate.

She brought a hand to his jaw and stroked her thumb over his skin.  “This might be why you’re here now, Chaton, but it’s not what brought you here the first time,” she murmured.

Chat pressed his forehead into hers, closing his eyes against the temptation in her blue ones.  “Don’t ask questions you don’t want me to answer, Princess.”

Her breath caught.  “Chat, I—”

“Just kiss me, Marinette,” he begged, speaking over her.  “We’ll figure the rest out later.”

She studied him for a moment, and then nodded.  “Later,” she breathed, sliding the hand at his jaw to the back of his head, and closing the small distance between their mouths.  Heat blossomed between them.  His arms came around her body, lifting her into his lap, and her fingers speared eagerly through his hair as she angled their heads to deepen the kiss.  He felt her tongue slide along his lower lip and he opened to her, slipping his own tongue into her mouth with a groan.  She tasted like the cake they’d just eaten, sweet and decadent.

Dimly, he wondered how in the hell he was going to survive seeing her at school without being able to touch her, but the thought was swept away in a tide of sensation.  He gave himself up to the pleasure of her mouth on his, leaving tomorrow to take care of itself.


Anonymous: Request: smutty Valentine’s Day sex lolllll

Anonymous: hey 💓 I have a request: the reader and spencer are snowed in on V day and have to find a way to kill time (there’s a snowstorm in New York rn lol)

A/N: again this is suuuuper long (so there is a keep reading banner) but hey ho, this is also my first smut so please forgive me for everything I have done wrong, haha. Unsure about this like crazy so I’ll probably take this down idk

Originally posted by niall--darling-blog-blog

The biting wind crept through the crack in the window, the cold air encaptured Spencer and Y/N as they awaited to hear back from their team. Y/N wandered around the isolated cabin in an attempt to locate the slightest bit of phone signal. Spencer’s timid eyes were locked on her frustrated form, muffling a low chuckle as she huffed and threw herself onto the couch.

“No signal?” Spencer asked sarcastically, amusement laced within his voice as she glared at him playfully.

“What do you think?” Y/N uttered, laying her head against the back of the couch. The warm lighting flickered, the lamp beside the couch buzzing lowly. Y/N’s eyes widened at the weakening lamp, causing Spencer to chuckle quietly as he sat beside her.

“I think I’d rather be at home rather than being stuck here with you.” Spencer joked, unable to keep a straight face throughout the whole sentence. Suddenly, a large gust of wind howled through the cabin, coating the remainder of the icy windows in snow.

“Well, doctor, I’m afraid we’ll be here for a while.” Y/N inputted, the wind singing to them as she rubbed her arms in an attempt to cause friction. Intensely, Spencer observed her shivering form before crouching beside the fireplace. He reached for the matchsticks beside it, smiling proudly to himself as he lit it at his first attempt. In effect, Y/N grinned at his proud expression, leaping in front of him joyfully as the heat gently cascaded onto her prickled skin. Spencer nudged her playfully, smirking at her content form.

“Move over a little bit.” Spencer urged but she simply looked up at him, eyes dominated with mischief as she shook her head.

“Nope.” Y/N chimed, popping the ‘p’ while she warmed her hands on the growing flame. Spencer exhaled loudly, teasing tendencies laced within his stare. Without warning, he pushed her playfully, causing her to fall to the floor. However, as he shuffled to where Y/N was sitting, she strategically kicked his knee slightly making him fall on top of her. She giggled uncontrollably as Spencer steadied himself on his elbows, bowing his head while he chuckled. As his head bowed, his curly hair blanketed over Y/N’s face causing her dainty fingers to brush through it to keep it away from her. When their eyes met, the tension around them thickened, Y/N’s hand remaining in his hair as her eyes darkened ever so slightly.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon about Zelink's baby (or babies) ;)

do u want to KILL ME cause fuck yeah

• Link and Zelda waited around 4 years to start their family. They had twins (two boys) and Link was so happy that he finally had a family and he loved his wife so much for being so strong and his kids for existing.

• Link is still reckless as per usual but to a lesser degree now that he has his impulse control (Zelda) back. He dotes on his kids and absolutely melts every time one of them laughs at his faces or his tickles. Zelda had the Sheikah slate upgraded so that she could take as many pictures as she pleased and it’s just full of their little family.

• Zelda and Link had to put up a fence around the entire yard incase one of their kids got Link’s penchant for high diving and recklessness.

• Bolson and Karson are like the two cool uncles to these kids and Bolson frequently brings the kids gifts that they absolutely adore from all around Hyrule. The boys are friends with the other kids in Hateno and go out to play everyday that they can, and Zelda doesn’t worry a bit because the other kids will come running to tell her if they were bad.

• Link tried growing some facial hair at one point while the boys were young, and promptly shaved it off after his eldest grabbed it and ripped some out while he was sleeping. Never again.

• A baby girl soon followed her way into their world, and Zelda absolutely spoils her rotten. She gave birth to the baby girl when the boys were around 3 years old and they have such a protective streak with her. They’re mama’s boys anyways.

• Link plays dress up with his daughter and she loves his ancient armor since all the eyes look funny to her.

I hope you like it!

the parent trap pt9 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (9/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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Kevin shook his head at (Y/N)’s drunken state and tried to hold her up and guide her towards the elevators. He was thankful that she had arrived at the hotel late at night and therefore making it easier for her to blend with the crowd. Amelia watched on as Kevin scolded her mother for being so reckless and idiotic. Her uncle trailing behind her pulling everyone’s luggage with him.

“Jones, you are ridiculous. How much did you have to drink?” Kevin asked, trying to contain his laughter. He could remember the last time he had seen her drunk. It was when they were fifteen and Oliver Mantle threw a party, inviting the four of them over.

“Enough for me to not remember ever seeing him again.” she slurred.

Amelia looked up at her mother, giving her a small smile. She couldn’t possibly imagine how she was feeling. After all it had been ten years and a lot of things had happened.

Archie patted his daughter as he passed her. Greeting her with a good morning before following his rushing fiancée. He greeted her once again, pausing for a second wondering how she had gotten to the place before he had. Shrugging it off, he smiled at her before following Miranda again.

(Y/N) walked into the Lodge’s place, make up smudged from her crying. Instantly Hermione and Veronica sprinted over to the girl who held onto her two daughters as tightly as she could. Fearing that if she let go they would slip away. Hermione took both girls in to her own arms whilst Veronica held (Y/N) in her arms, letting the girl sob.

“I can’t imagine how tired you are of arguing.” Veronica said, pushing her crying friend’s hair out of her face “How about you and the twins stay here tonight? We have a girls night and then tomorrow I’ll talk to Archie and put him in his place?”

“I’ll tell you this now girls, my mom told it to me when I was your age. One day, whether you’re fourteen or sixty-five, you’ll meet someone who’ll start a fire in your heart that will never be able to die. However, the saddest and most awful truth you will ever come to find is that person is not always the one we spend the rest of our lives with. I’ve never forgotten it and I hope you girls never forget it too.”

It was mid afternoon before (Y/N) had managed to remove herself from her bed, her head pounding from the amount of alcohol she consumed the previous night. Aria had switched back with her sister, due to the fact the duo had missed their respective parents. She sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for her mum to get up and greet the day. Amelia had told her of the events that occurred the night before when the duo discreetly went to breakfast together, hidden away by their uncles.

“Morning, mum, how are you?” she asked, looking over at her freshly showered mother, who grinned at her as if the sun wasn’t completely blinding her.

“Aria or Amelia?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, trying to scan the girl’s face that was sat before her. “No, wait let me guess, Aria?”

“You got it right!” she grinned at her mother, standing up and jumping into her mother’s embrace. “I’ve missed you so much, mum!”

Amelia sat by the pool, next to her father, who seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed and his brown eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he managed to mute out Miranda’s rambling. She went on and on about how she hadn’t found a dress yet and whether Archie was willing to spend a lot and get her a dress made specially.

Betty and Veronica watched the red haired man from the opposite side of the pool, like the twins, the duo tried to make themselves discreet, not wanting them to be seen by their neighbour, who, by the looks of it, was not up for anything his bitchy fiancée was ranting on about. “Do you think he’s spotted us or Kevin yet?” Betty frowned, her eyebrows furrowing “He doesn’t look very happy.”

“Bet, he’s probably, no, hopefully, thinking about how he should just call the wedding off. Once he sees (Y/N), he’ll be blown away and have to cancel the wedding.”

Miranda scoffed as Archie, yet again, ignored her. “I’m going to the bar.”

She pushed herself up, nudging Amelia as she did so, making the young girl fall off the seat. She walked with a bounce in her stride, making both Betty and Veronica cringe.

“Is it illegal to side tackle her into the pool?” Jughead took the girls by surprise as he joined them by the poolside.

“It’s illegal to side tackle anyone, Juggy.” Betty spoke, trying to contain her laughter. “But you can try it if you want.”

(Y/N) sat at the bar, staring down at her drink feeling nauseated at the smell of the vodka. Though the smell of alcohol left her feeling nauseous, however she couldn’t help but feel comforted at her surroundings, knowing that it was the last place anyone would find her. After all, before last night, she hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol since Ollie Mantle’s house party.

“Excuse me, Sam, please can I have a coke instead?” (Y/N) smiled at the man behind the bar, who simply nodded and did as she had asked.

“Bartender, I’ll have a martini, thanks.” a voice broke the silence. It was three in the afternoon and she wasn’t expecting a lot of people at the bar at that time of day.

“Wallowing in self pity?” Miranda asked (Y/N) with disgust, neither women knowing about the other. “Your depressing vibe is ruining my mood, could you move out of the bar and into your own room?”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were about to see your ex-boyfriend after ten years?” (Y/N) retorted, already taking a disliking to the girl a few stools away from her. “I’ll have the bill, thank you Sam.”

Miranda watched the woman through the corner of her eyes, judging how she moved with elegance and grace. Instantly disliking her for being too pretentious. Miranda pondered about the woman. Her accent was fake, her hair was too shiny for normality. She didn’t know whether she disliked her for being too perfect or for the fact that she was day drinking. Miranda watched as the woman picked up the pen and signed her name in one unbroken motion.

“Wait a second.” Miranda burst out as (Y/N) attempted to gather her things together “You’re (Y/N) Jones, as in the (Y/N) Jones?”

“The one and only.”

“I’m such a huge fan, I saw one of your dresses in the June edition of Vogue. The lace pattern was breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Thank you?” (Y/N) was confused and it was clear, first this woman was basically insulting her, now she was her number one fan and she, quite frankly, couldn’t believe it.

“I’m actually getting married in a couple of months, maybe you could design my dress. It would be such an honour to wear something designed by you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, giving the younger woman a smile before walking off to find her daughters. She rushed up to her room quickly and changed out of her jeans and tee into something more tropical and suitable for the warm San Francisco sun. Throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail, the woman entered the lift only to find Archie Andrews already inside. Her mouth fell open as her eyes caught his. He hadn’t recognised her due to the fact her most of her face was hidden behind her glasses. (Y/N) stood as still as she could, afraid that he would be able to recognise her if she moved. Although she knew he was expecting her, she was unsure whether she was ready to be civil with him.

The elevator music stopped suddenly and the moving motion stopped, causing (Y/N) to let out a groan. Only this would happen to her.

“What are you doing here?” Archie asked, his tone of voice angry, almost as if he wasn’t expecting to see her.

“I’m here to bring Aria back home.” she retorted “Instead of moaning, press the stupid emergency button and get us out of here. I’m not here to argue.”

“Well, I am.”

“Archie Andrews, stop being so bloody childish. We’re not sixteen anymore.”

He loves me, He loves me not Pt.1

Request: “…could I ask for a Jimin angst with a fluffy angst ending? One where Y/N goes to High School with BTS and they’re all close to each other- a squad basically; but you have had a crush on Jimin that the other guys are aware of?”

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

A/N: After 600 years I’m finally posting this, quite a journey in planning the plot, plus school got in the way. I’m sorry for taking so long and enjoy :)

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headinfantasy  asked:

#17 or 24. Thank you for making these! You're awesome

I hope it’s a safe guess that you wanted rebelcaptain as your pairing, because what follows will be #17 (bruised skin) + jyn and cassian:

Exhaustion weighs heavy on them both, their eyes anchored shut by too many hours awake and too many handfuls of stims finally wearing off. There’s still blood under her fingernails and tar smeared on his face, but they’re too tired to bother with it until later.

Draven orders them for immediate 72 hour leave to get their heads back on straight. They sag into bed and sleep away the first 24 and then drift in and out of dreams and each other’s arms until hour 36. When they wake, they drag themselves to the ‘fresher and feel the sonic shower wash away the soreness in their bodies, but the mental exhaustion remains.

Kaytoo brings them a tray of rations without a side of commentary and closes the door without verbally noting how they are tangled together on the bed, limbs and skin touching and meeting in the dark.

In the faint light that creeps into their quarters from beneath the door, Jyn can see well enough to trace his face with her eyes, and the tiredness she’s felt clouding her brain begins to recede. She leans down into him, burying her head on his bare shoulder, and breathes.

“Awake?” he murmurs, and she hums the affirmative. He rises and spills her body onto the bed. She is malleable as water; she is clay in his hands.

There’s a bruise on her hip, still new and purple, it’s center a pale pink, and she feels Cassian slide to touch her there, his lips soft, dry as they run along her skin. He kisses her there again, his warm hands following, and she gasps, and the sound is soft like a little laugh. She reaches down, hands tangling in his hair, and says, “Thirty-six hours left. How do you want to spend it?” But it’s a leading question. They both already know the answer.

For a long time, Jyn has known acutely how pain makes her human–the stretch of tendons, the ache of muscles, the crack of bone, and the bruising of skin–but now she knows that love does that, too. And that sometimes, with Cassian, it’s a little bit of both.

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4 Dinners and A Funeral

Written by: @historywriter2007

The prompt I had was: Prompt 49: Haymitch has died and Katniss and Peeta , who are just acquaintances, have to drive across the country together to take his ashes to where he wanted them scattered. Haymitch may appear at times during the journey in spirit form. [submitted by Anonymous]

As I started to write I found this was going to take a lot longer than I thought to do the prompt justice.  Here is part one, I will have 2-3 more, but never fear I have it all mapped out and I am going to actually have time to work on it so you shouldn’t have to wait too long. 

Summary: Katniss just lost the last family member she had left, and now he is sending her on a journey to discover her past. To top he asked she take his handsome neighbor, Peeta, with her. Along the way they both find out they must face their past to have a future. 

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