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Missing Person, Please Help

Hello everyone,

Tumblr has proven to be an excellent resource in finding missing persons.

We are appealing to you, especially those in Scotland, but anyone can reblog.

Our friend Nusrat Jahan (or Nusrat Dow) has gone missing. She was last seen headed to the beach in Aberdeen, Scotland 5 days ago. The football match let out around the same time.

Nusrat is 5′3 and 34 years old. She was wearing flat black slip on shoes, black leggings or skinny jeans, a light grey patterned top, black rimmed glasses and was using a white handbag with black band across the top.

If you have seen someone resembling Nusrat or have any information, please get in touch with the Aberdeen police.

PLEASE REBLOG AND MAKE THIS GO VIRAL.

HELP US BRING NUSRAT HOME.

dutch gothic
  • You go to HEMA for office supplies. You go to HEMA for bed sheets. You go to HEMA for bread. You go to HEMA always, for everything, every day. There is no other shop. There is only HEMA.

  • You cycle to school. You cycle to HEMA. You cycle to your friends. You cycle to the big city closest to your tiny town. You cycle to the train station. You cycle to your grandparents. Your bike has broken down more times than you can count, yet, you keep cycling.

  • You take public transport to somewhere too far away to cycle. You’re inexplicably unnerved by this fact. You look out the window and you spot a mill on green stretches of land. You see another mill and another mill and another. You’re approaching the city center. Still, you see mills. You accept this, as everyone seems to do.

  • You enter Utrecht central station. You wonder if you are on an airport. You walk along the platforms, heading for platform 1. You don’t notice 6 and 10 and 13 are missing: no one ever does. And if they do, they don’t question this. Hours pass. You’re still walking toward platform 1. You thank god NS makes sure the trains are always late, so you’ll make it just in time. You arrive at the platform. “+10” it days on the sign. You sigh. You wait another 10 minutes and look again. “+20”, it says.

  • At the end of the basis school you take The Test. Your parents are more nervous than you. They tell you this Test dictates your entire future. The news tells you the same in a grave, slightly more ominous voice. You’re twelve years old.

  • When you’re in middelbare school, you notice the seniors suddenly disappear for approximately two weeks each year to perform a secret ritual in the largest room of the building. There are signs outside of this room warning you not to enter. You are frightened as the years pass, senior year coming increasingly closer; your fate uncertain as you finally enter the Forbidden Room. You cry. It’s the two most nerve-wrecking weeks of your life.

  • Everyone wants to go on holiday to the united states. Only a few chosen (read: rich) go. You ask them how it was and they tell you strange tales of shops other than HEMA, such as “target” and “costco”; of guns on display in supermarkets; how no one owns a bike. You stare, shaken, in disbelief and shock.

  • It’s the first real day of summer. It’s 20°C and kind of cloudy. You go to the beach. Everyone goes to the beach. You’re stuck in traffic for hours: everyone is headed for the same beach.

  • When you get to the beach, the water is cold as ice and there are jellyfish in the water. There are jellyfish on the sand. There are jellyfish in that shallow pool over there. There are jellyfish everywhere. You come back the next day. The jellyfish have vanished.

  • You’re sitting in the sun under a half broken windscreen. A few meters away, a boy is digging a hole. This means that the boy is german, you’ve learned. You look to your left. There, another german man digging a hole. And another. You smile ruefully. What would the beach be without germans digging holes? This is all very normal.

  • You go on holiday to another country. People think you’re german. You’ve accepted this. People always think you’re german. I’m Dutch, you say. They don’t understand. They laugh. You’re from germany right? They ask.

  • Stroopwafels seem to have built an international reputation. Foreigners adore them. You don’t understand. They’re cookies. Very good ones, yes. But the adoration for anything Dutch is something you cannot grasp.

  • There is a song about a guy named Herman reading in the newspaper that the man he’d sold his car to has crashed it and died. Everyone think Herman is dead, though. This makes him very happy. No one questions this fact. No one wonders if he tells his family he’s alive. No one asks who identified the body. Everyone knows the lyrics to this song.
Lost in Frozen Tides | M

↳ Précis | A beach house laying still before cerulean waters, an ocean where destinies intertwine, and serendipities drown in the arms of fate.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Note — Your Name!au, aka body swap!au. Totally different from said movie, nonetheless, highly recommend you watch it. Also, ft. a high dosage of Kim Taehyung | Words ➳ 21.6k

Genre & Warnings — A glass of angst with a dash of fluff, and a sprinkle of humor. Warnings? uh..implied smut and mentions of death.


The window stood opened, sheer curtains occasionally being swayed by the frivolous breath of air from the outside — breeze kissing your skin delicately while you smiled in your sleep, hugging the body pillow even closer to your chest as you hummed, sinking your head into the plushness of the cushion. It was way past midnight, the owl’s faint hoos were welcoming throughout the atmosphere as they bounced around the area and the indistinct salty scent of the ocean’s crystal waters wafted insignificantly; melding within the zephyr to drown others in utter reminisce and nostalgia.

Your mouth hung open by how amazingly comfortable you were, having the best night’s sleep of your life inside the beach house your friend’s had rented to have the time of your lives. It was the first day of arriving late in the night, and the first thing you did was melt into the fine lusciousness your bed had to offer, immediately knocking out and having your soul diminish beneath the small parts of your brain. It was a long and annoying drive, being in the Range Rover with more humans than you can handle despite them being your friends — and now, you had the time to relax..or so you thought.

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Jimin~53

Prompt request: “Sit on my lap.”

Member: Jimin

Genre: Fluff

Summary: School’s out for the summer and you and your friends are headed to the beach! Unfortunately, there are no seats left on the bus for you. Luckily, your best friend Jimin lends you his lap for the ride.

Word count: 750


Your flip flops threatened to slip off as you sprinted towards the bus, each sandal slapping loudly against the pavement. Your friends were meters ahead of you, and the beach equipment you were carrying slowed you down.

The bus driver must have been feeling merciful, because the bus paused long enough for your friends to board it. Just before you reached the doors, your best friend, Jimin, poked his head out.

“Hurry up, Y/N,” he teased, pushing back his floppy, orange bangs back. “I can’t stall the bus forever.”

You dragged yourself onto the bus, depositing all the equipment in Jimin’s arms. “Well, if someone hadn’t refused to help me carry everything, maybe I could’ve run faster,” you snapped, dropping a ticket into the fare box.

A little annoyed, you brushed past Jimin towards your other friends.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jimin pouted, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away from him. He was balancing all the beach gear in his other arm. “Don’t be mad. I’m just joking. I’ll carry everything today, so don’t worry.”

Jimin gave you a huge smile, his eyes turning into little crescents. As always, Jimin’s happiness was infectious and you had to smile back.

“Whatever, Chim,” you laughed, starting to walk further back into the bus with Jimin. Your friends had all found seats in the crowded bus.

The old busses didn’t have air conditioning, and being in such close proximity to the other passengers was uncomfortably sticky. Jimin spotted your friends, Jackson, Mark, and Wendy, tucked away in a corner of the bus.

Jimin unceremoniously dumped all of the equipment onto Jackson’s lap and slipped into the empty seat beside him. You looked at the seats behind Jackson and Jimin. Mark and Wendy sat together, leaving no extra space your you.

Sighing, you resigned yourself to holding onto the railing for the hour-long bus ride to the beaches. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you cursed at yourself for wearing your stiff flip flops instead of your foam ones.

Jimin caught a glimpse of you shifting uncomfortably. “Oh, Y/N,” he exclaimed, “are you uncomfortable?”

“Yeah, just a bit,” you sighed. “Don’t worry about it, though.”

“No, no, you should sit,” Jimin insisted. You shook your head slowly, noticing that Jimin was making no attempt to move. You titled your head quizzically at him, and he smirked. “Sit on my lap.”

“Excuse me!?” you spluttered, a fiery red blush blooming across your cheeks.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” Jimin laughed heartily. “What are friends for, right?”

“I don’t know…”

Jimin tsk-ed his tongue at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down on top of him. You landed heavily on Jimin’s muscular thighs, which you could feel shifting underneath you to accommodate your weight.

You settled back against Jimin’s chest, despite your initial discomfort. You had been friends with Jimin for so long that this amount of skinship didn’t bother you. In fact, falling into Jimin’s arms was as familiar as coming home–to you, he embodied everything warm and comforting in your life.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, turning to talk to Jackson. Soon enough, everything became background noise and you felt yourself falling asleep. Tucking your face into Jimin’s neck, you inhaled deeply. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was the vibration of Jimin’s quiet laughter rocking you gently into unconsciousness.


After you returned home from an entire day spent at the beach–you had a light sunburn on your cheeks to show for it–you were bombarded by notifications on your phone. You expanded your notification bar to see dozens of comments that you were tagged in.

Curious, you unlocked your phone and were guided to Instagram. Your jaw dropped in response to the image you were met by.

Jimin had posted a selfie he had taken on the bus. His orange hair was pushed up, secured by a pair of black sunglasses. He had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were sharp.

What bothered you wasn’t Jimin.

It was the fact he had captured you in the picture, too. Your head was tucked underneath Jimin’s chin, your mouth agape and slightly drooling.

You tried to ignore the comments that were currently flooding in, all of which contained a variation of, “Oh my God! Are you guys finally dating?”

And of course, Jimin just had to caption the picture with: “Back off boys, this one’s mine.”

- Girl in Luv

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A Breach of Trust Chapter 15.5: A Beach of Trust

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 15.5 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18)

(Act 3 Chapter 19+)


There is one universal law of anime, and it is that there is always a beach episode. There is always a beach episode


Mob had fallen asleep beneath the couch blankets again, curled into the cocoon so that the blankets served double as his pillow. He was woken up sometime later by the sound and brightness that came with Reigen swishing back the curtains.

“Wake up, Mob. We’ve got plans.”

Mob opened his eyes. Reigen stood over him, wearing swim trunks, a white tank top, and enormous sunglasses with the price tag still dangling off the right ear hook. He had globbed suntan lotion on his nose and shoulders, and he thrust a mesh bag to Mob containing roughly the same outfit but in a smaller size—sunglasses and all.

“I’m overworked and you’re traumatized. I don’t know anything about mental health but there’s no way a day at the beach can be bad. So get changed it’s beach time.”

Reigen sat down on the couch beside Mob, one foot pulled up and resting on the other knee, and he pulled out an assortment of deflated floaties from his own bag. He uncapped the mouthpiece of one—a duck by the looks of it—and started to inflate it.

Mob stared, baffled. “…Beach time?”

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Why Are You Looking at Me Like That?

Anon Request: I like your imagines! Could you possibly write me a Paul Lahote where he imprints on you, but he doesn’t tell you for a bit because you guys have a great friendship, but you both have feelings for each other anyways.

Paul Lahote x Reader

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A/n: Hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think! Much love anon!


“Paul! Hurry up before we don’t have anything left to eat! We were supposed to be there 5 minutes ago.” You hollered at Paul, he kept going down different isles of the store instead of getting ready to leave.

“Hang on a second, y/n, I’m looking for something. I’ll grab some snacks here, too, before we leave because the foods probably already gone. Sorry about that.” Paul said, barely looking at you, trying to find whatever he was looking for.

“If you tell me what you are looking for I could help. And I get to choose the snacks because it is your fault we’re late.” You said glaring at him, he turns around and laughs. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and drags you around the store, eventually he picked up lighter fluid. “Is that all you were looking for? We have been here and picked that up God knows how many times, yet you take 15 minutes to find it?” He just shakes his head and laughs at the face you give him, you enjoyed hanging out with Paul, but sometimes he just drove you crazy.

After you grabbed some snacks you guys were headed to the beach, and, of course, when you got there all of the food was gone “What took you guys so long, there’s no food left. I tried to hold the boys back, but it’s been 30 minutes.” Emily informed us.

Once you all got to the bonfire, everyone began telling their stories, you sat between Paul and Seth. The fire felt nice, you leaned over on Paul and he wrapped his arm around you. You and Paul spent most nights like this, yet you both didn’t take it any further even though it was obvious you both had feelings for each other. It was the thought of ruining the friendship which kept you both at bay. Eventually you fell asleep on Paul, but he gratefully picked you up and carried you to Emily’s. You woke up in his arms and looked up at him, but he was staring at you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked, but he just laughed. He shook his head, but quit looking at you with a smirk on his face. You guys got to Emily’s house and you went upstairs to get ready for bed, Emily was there.

“Hey, y/n, can I ask you something?” Emily asked with a soft smile.

“Sure, ask away.” You told her.

“You like Paul and Paul likes you, but you two won’t be in a relationship with one another, why?” She asked, but you just stared at her with a look of shock on your face.

“I honestly don’t, um, I don’t know what to say, Emily. I don’t know why… and I don’t think he honestly likes me that way anyways.” You replied, she just shook her head and bid you goodnight. You stood there for a minute, but then went back downstairs to your bedroom. Paul was still there and he smiled up at you, after the conversation you had with Emily the smile made you blush.

“Are you not going home tonight?” You asked Paul.

“Nah, it’s been a couple rough nights, so I figure I’d stay here, Em and Sam said I could, do you mind?” Paul asked.

“No! I don’t mind at all, I actually have the pullout bed in my room if you would like to use it.” You told him, and he followed you to your room. He began to drag the bed out, but you stopped him, “You can stay in here, it’s not going to hurt anything.” So he stopped and fixed the bed then laid down.

You had weird dreams that night and the next couple of days Paul started acting a little weird around you, he was more defensive with people around you, too. For example, you both went to the store and this guy began talking to you, but Paul was not happy about it. He got in the guys face and told him to leave you alone. That’s how the whole week went and you caught Paul staring at you several times, but with a different look in his eyes.

One day you finally got aggravated with his staring, “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked him, and you know he could hear the agitation in your voice.

“Sorry, I just. I have to tell you something, but I don’t want it to ruin our friendship, I don’t want it to ruin anything.” He said and his voice was a lot softer than usual.

“What’s the matter Paul? You know you can tell me anything.” You replied to him.

“Okay, so you know the whole wolf thing right? Well here’s the thing. It seems that I might have imprinted on you,” You just stared at him with your mouth wide open, “but let me tell you, I liked you before I ever imprinted on you, but I never said anything because I know you didn’t feel the same and I didn’t want to ruin the friendship.” You stopped him there when you pressed your lips against his. At first he was shocked, but then he began kissing you back, but it was short lived because Sam, Quil, Jake, and Embry walked in. They all started shouting stuff and laughing and picked on the both of you. After a while Sam told them all to stop, and you were thankful for that.


From that day on the only thing that changed between you and Paul was how close you were. You didn’t grow apart as you both feared, but you guys grew a lot closer, you were inseparable.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 21

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: So I reread this series last night and holy shit this has got to be the slowest slow burns ever. I’m so sorry lmao. Also, I know I haven’t been linking the previous part and next part in each chapter because takes so much time so I’m just going to put the series masterlist on each chapter from now on. 

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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series  (Part 2)

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

Part 1 

It was a few days after Harry had told himself he was finally going to ask you out. He had to do that, actually, but anytime he was around you he was nervous. He’d drop things and trip a little and his face would flush whenever he talked with you. One day you were filming a bit of the interview section and he kept awkwardly answering the questions and staring at you. 

You had noticed that he was acting strange around you and you wondered if knew that you were having feelings for him. You tried not to be obvious, but there were times you were catching glimpses at him especially since he liked to walk around the house shirtless. One morning you couldn’t sleep, so you decided to get up and go for a run on the beach. 

You weren’t much a runner, but every now and then you just had the urge to get a run in. You changed into some running shorts and a tank top before slipping your running shoes on your feet. You threw your hair up in a ponytail before grabbing your iPod and earphones. You grabbed some water in the kitchen before sliding open the door and headed to the private beach adjacent to the house. 

After warming up a bit and doing some light stretching, you started with a slow jog down the shore before breaking into a run. After a good ten minutes or so, you felt as if someone was following you. You slowed your pace a bit and tried to peek behind you without whoever it was noticing. 

When you got a peek, you realized it was Harry and that got your heart racing even more than the running had been. He caught your gaze and waved to you before speeding up to where he was next to you. 

“Hey, I thought it was you,”  he smiled. 

You laughed. “Well, I’m glad it was you behind me and not some random person.” 

“I didn’t know you liked to get up early,” he said. 

“I don’t usually, but sometimes I can’t sleep, so instead of fighting it, I just get up and go on with my day,” you said. 

He nodded and you both started slowing down to a walk. You put your hands on your hips as you walked side by side with him down the beach. 

“So, why Jamaica?” you asked. “There are so many other places to go, why did you choose here?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he laughed. “When I decided on making this album, I knew I wanted to get away from all the shit that could distract me. I didn’t want to be in LA or London. I wanted to come somewhere I could relax and just write and record.” 

“Well, it’s definitely a beautiful place,”  you said. 

“Yeah,” he nodded looking at you. 

You smiled over at him and he quickly turned away. 

“Uh, do you want to maybe go get breakfast somewhere?” You asked. “Or should we see if the rest of the house is up?” 

“Trust me, they’re not,” he laughed. “I’d love to go.” 

There was a little food stand nearby, so you both made your way over to it. You both ordered a smoothie and some other things before sitting down at a table nearby. 

“I’ll pay you back when we get to the house,” you said. “I can’t believe I mentioned breakfast and didn’t even bring money,” you laughed. 

“No, it’s okay,” he smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“You sure?” you asked. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he laughed. 

“Well, then next time it’s on me then,” you said. 

“Deal,” he smiled. 

**

On your walk back to the house, you both were laughing and talking about different things. Harry had made a joke and you pushed him as you laughed shaking your head. 

“That was really bad,” you said. 

“But you laughed,” he pointed out. 

“Because it was so stupid, not because it was funny,” you said. 

“Oh, I think you’re lying,” he said. “That was fucking hilarious.” 

“No, not really,” you giggled. 

He looked at you with a smirk on his lips before picking you up and running into the ocean. 

“What are you doing!” You screeched. 

“I think you need a little bit of a wake-up,” he smirked before throwing you in the water. 

“You little shit!” You screamed standing out of the water. 

“Oops,” he smirked innocently. 

You glared at him and pushed him down into the water. 

“Heey!” he groaned looking at you. 

You smirked and started making your way out of the ocean. 

“Oh, it’s on,” he mumbled to himself before running out and chasing after you. 

You laughed as you tried running away from him, but he was a lot faster than you, so it didn’t take long before his arms were wrapped around you. You laughed trying to get out of his grasp, but you ended up being turned around to face him. Your faces were merely inches apart. 

Both of your clothes were soaked from the salt water, while you both were breathing heavily from the previous chase. Neither one of you moved and you both just looked at each other. His gaze moved from your eyes to your lips, which made you do the same thing. 

The thought of kissing him had gone through your mind for ages, but this was the first time you had ever been this close to do it. The want in your body to press your lips against his was so extreme that you bit your lip to keep yourself from closing the distance yourself and possibly embarrassing yourself in the process. 

However, you didn’t have to worry about that because you soon felt his lips against yours. You didn’t hesitate to respond back to the kiss, even though professionally you probably should have. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and his pulled you closer to him. 

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Later that day, neither you or Harry talked about the kiss that happened on the beach that morning. After it happened, you both had the biggest blushes on your faces. The rest of the walk to the house was silent and when you walked inside most everyone was up, so you really couldn’t talk about it then. 

You know that you were going to have to talk about this eventually, but you kinda didn’t mind the whole procrastinating thing. You all had sat down for a late dinner at the house and you knew Harry kept looking at you. Whenever you took a sip of wine, you’d look over and see him glancing at you. 

When dinner was over, Harry got up from the table and brought his dishes into the kitchen. You got up and put your dishes in the sink when he discreetly whispered in your ear. 

“We need to talk,” he whispered. 

You nodded and Harry walked out of the kitchen. “I think I’m going to call it night, lads,” he said. “Maybe go watch a rom-com in my room.” 

“So you’re not going out with us again?” Adam groaned. 

“No, I’m not. Tomorrow though,” he said. 

“What about you Y/N?” Adam asked. 

“Uh, I’ve got footage to edit,” you said. “Besides I’d rather not be a babysitter to a bunch of drunks,” you joked. 

“We take offense to that,” he pointed out. “We don’t always get drunk.” 

“Not entirely true,” you said. “I’ve got the receipts” you smirked. 

“Well, you two have fun,” Jeff smirked to Harry, who gave him the finger as they all left. 

When you both were sure everyone was gone, Harry walked up to you. 

“What happened this morning never should have happened,” you quickly said. 

“Wait? What?” He asked, his demeanor diminishing a little. 

“It shouldn’t have happened because we have a business relationship,” you sighed. “But I’m glad it happened.” 

“I am too,” he whispered grabbing your hand. “But you’re right, we’re doing business together.” 

“We need to keep things professional between us,” you said looking up at him. 

He nodded moving closer towards to you. Your back was pushed into the kitchen counter as he pressed himself against you. 

“Stop it,” you groaned. 

“Stop what?” He laughed. 

“Looking at me at that,” you mumbled. 

“I can’t help it,” he sighed. “I like you.” 

“I like you too, but we both-” you whispered. 

“We can still keep things professional…” he said. “We need to be.” 

“This is really professional,” you said motioning between the little distance between you two. 

“You’re off the clock,” he smirked. “As long as there’s not a camera in your hand, you’re not working, which means our business relationship is nonexistent right now.” 

“And what about the other in the house? They’re not going to be gone every night,” you said.

“We’ll figure it out,” he whispered. “But it’s your call. If you don’t want to pursue whatever this is between us, then okay, we won’t, but if you do, then we’ll figure it out.” 

You sighed looking down before looking up at him and pressing your lips against his and that was all Harry needed to know. 

Learn something new

Paul x reader

Warnings: Swearing

This is kind of like a part 3 to the ones below, also i’m not sure which high school you meant for the reader to go to but i’m making it Fork’s high school so the reader has links to the Cullens etc, there will be more parts focusing on the tension between the pack and her friendship with the Cullens and about Paul telling the reader she’s his imprint

Imagine moving to La Push and becoming friends with the pack

Bonfire at La Push

Request:  I was hoping if maybe you were thinking of doing a third part following the Reader and Paul’s growing relationship? Where maybe it skips time & she finds out they’re shifters, while also learning Paul has Imprinted on her. Is that cliche? And she attends the high school, if that’s implied in the first two parts and she knows the Cullen’s? And then there’s tension between her two different groups of Friends/acquaintances? Thanks!”

Disclaimer: i know this probably doesn’t go along with the storyline exactly with Bella hanging out with the Cullens at school etc but it’s just how I’m gonna write it, also this is long and probably spelling errors which i’ll correct when i edit it in the morning

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Holiday (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I wrote something woohoo

-Jazz

Request; none my own idea 

Other characters featured; most the avengers 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Summary; the avengers take a vacation to the beach, only bucky gets insecure about showing off his arm at the beach, and so comes up with an alternative. 

Word count; 1642

Originally posted by sebastianobrien


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And Then?

Cute little fluffy Bughead one-shot. I just felt like writing and this is what followed :) There’s not much too it but it was fun!
Let me know what you think.

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Betty was sat at the bar of some dingy club in downtown LA that she frequented when she needed to get away. It was never too full with the mingling, self loathing alcoholics that liked to waste their lives in this joint. Nobody ever looked for her here, and she hoped like hell they wouldn’t tonight. Not after what had just gone down.

“Well, well, well.” Betty groaned inwardly at the voice from behind the bar. She really didn’t want to have to worry about holding any kind of conversation right now. Especially not with the rather cute bar tender that she flirted with on occasion. “Got nowhere better to be on a Friday night, dollface?”

“What’s it to you?” She snapped at him and cut him a look, swinging her near empty glass in her fingers. He held his hands up in defence.

“Woah now, it’s not like I’m complaining.” He smirked as her replaced her now empty glass with a full one. “Just surprised a girl like you doesn’t have other plans on a Friday night.”

“A girl like me?” She questioned as she took him in. He was tall, and absolutely gorgeous. Not typically, not like the boy she had just walked out on, no, more old time classic. Even with the beanie that always adorned his head. He was all dark haired and blue, stormy, eyed. And he had this way of smirking that made her toes curl. His eyes were trained on her as he cleaned a glass with a rag that he threw over his shoulder.

“You know, beautiful, blonde, fit as hell.” His eyes fell down to her shoulders, bare from the black off-the-shoulder blouse she was wearing. He licked his lips. “Surely you got a man waiting for you somewhere?” Betty let out the laugh she had been biting back.

“Shut up, Jughead. What’s this, role play?” He frowned at her for a moment.

“Party pooper.” He poked his tongue at her. They had gotten to know each other pretty well in the last 6 months that Betty had been visiting. Little did he know, she wouldn’t frequent as often if he wasn’t behind the bar. She had become fond of him. She liked the way Jughead could hold a conversation, that they had similar interests. She loved the way he could make her laugh. There was no pressure to be perfect Betty Cooper, she could be whoever the hell she wanted to be with this guy. And although they had never actually had a conversation outside of this bar, or even seen each other for that matter, she considered him a friend. A friend she had thought about sleeping with more than once, truth be told. Which made the decision she had made earlier tonight even more solid. But Jughead knew all about her long-term boyfriend Archie Andrews. “So, he’s not whisking you away to some fancy dinner party with the football WAGS tonight?”

“Not tonight, or any other night for that matter.” He raised an eyebrow in question, ordering her to go on. “He proposed, tonight. He proposed and I said no.” She looked up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Heavy shit, Betts.” He took her hand that was resting on the bar into his own. “Are you okay?” She just shrugged at him.

“Yeah, actually.” She let a deep breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “I feel relieved, actually. How fucked up that?” She let out a slight laugh as it dawned on her.

“Hey,” Jughead squeezed her hand that was still enclosed in his own. He caught her eyes with his own and gave her that smirk she enjoyed so much. “My shifts ending, you wanna split this joint?”

**

To Betty’s surprise Jughead had a dark green jeep parked out the back, and even more to her surprise he wasn’t empty handed when he came out from the back of the bar. He was still all in black, but he had chucked a denim jacket with a fleece collar over the top, and his beanie was still perched on his head.

“A couple of roadies for the lady?” He handed Betty a couple of premixed vodka and lemonades that he had swiped from behind the bar. She gave him a look as if to ask if he was allowed to do that. He tapped his nose. “Perks of the job, sweetheart. And don’t worry, none are for me.” He opened the door for her to jump in the passenger seat. “Wouldn’t want to risk damaging that pretty face.” He winked at her.

“No, that must be your money maker right?” She joked up as she climbed into the jeep.

“Why do you think I get so many tips?” She could hear him laughing as he walked around the car to jump into the drivers seat. It was closing in on midnight now, and it dawned on Betty that she had no idea where they were going to go. Jughead turned to her in his seat.

“Where to, madam?”

“Surprise me, good sir.” He though about it for a moment, and then his face lit up with an idea.

They were driving for only half an hour before Betty became impatient to know where he was taking her.

“Okay, where are we going?”

“To the beach.” He looked at her in his peripheral and smiled. “How’d you not realise by now?”

“I’m not a local, Jughead.” She shrugged and took another swig from her can. “I get lost easy in this busy fucking city.”

“Still so much to learn. We’re not far.” And it was only another 10 minutes before they were there. “You have arrived at your destination, madam.”

“I do love the beach.” Betty was in awe as she looked out at the ocean, it was endless. It made her feel free. She turned to Jughead with a sincere smile, one that made his breath hitch in his throat. “Thanks for bringing me here, Jug.”

“You haven’t even gotten out of the car yet, woman. Come on.”

As Betty jumped down from her seat, she found her feet wobbling beneath her. She had probably had one too many drinks, but she wasn’t in a mind to give a shit. Jughead came round from the other side with his hands in his pocket.

“Shall we?” He nodded to the beach. And Betty, in this new found alcohol hazed confidence, linked her arm through his and headed toward the beach. “So, I have to admit, I do have an ulterior motive for bringing you here.”

“What a surprise.” She said sarcastically. He laughed at her, nudging her side with his arm.

“You can talk here, Betty. Nobody can hear you. Just me. Rant away.”

“This is the first time we’ve like, hung out, you know?”

“I know” He smiled down at her. “And we’re friends, right?” She nodded. “Sooo, talk?” And that’s what they did. They walked together down the beach, and Betty, comfortable in Jugheads arm, and in her slightly tipsy state, spilled her guts. And Jughead just listened.

“We were destined to be together, apparently, me and Archie. And I believed it for the longest time. Although childhood best friends turned high school sweethearts turned adult fuck ups? That wasn’t exactly the plan.” He watched her as she spoke, his eyes trained on the way her mouth wrapped around her words. “We grew up living next door to each other, and fell into those stereotypes. Me the perfect girl next door, him the handsome jock type. And I did love him, at some point honestly, I did. But somewhere between him fucking all those girls and me finding more excuses to avoid him, I realised I didn’t anymore.”

“Jesus, he’s an idiot.” Jughead shook his head in disbelief. “He had you, and he was fucking other girls? Is he dumb and blind?” Betty smiled at him.

“Thanks, Jug. But honestly I can’t blame him. He had only ever known me like that and I don’t think he ever really wanted to be with me his whole life, I think he just felt obligated. Like it was supposed to be Betty and Archie Andrews, some kind of sick All American Dream. But I never want to be some house-wife, and he doesn’t want that life either.”

“So why would he propose, then?” He asked her. Betty let out a sigh before continuing.

“That is one thing I’m not really sure. His football career is really taking off, maybe he thinks it’ll gain good press? Good for his image? I honestly don’t know. All I do know is that he didn’t propose because he wanted to marry me. I could see it in his face. We haven’t even really been together in years. That’s why I walked out. And why would I want that? When, well, if I ever get married, I want it to be because someone loves me. Not just for convenience, not just because ‘that’s how it should be.’ I want to be someone’s only choice, you know?” She looked up to Jughead then, his brow was set in concentration as he really listened to her. She felt her heart flutter at the decency of this boy. He had brought her here for this, so she could let it all out. That’s more than anyone’s done for her in a long time. “Sorry, that all just fell out.” She laughed.

“Don’t be sorry, Betty. I’m just glad that you feel comfortable enough to speak to me about it all. Or to anyone, for that matter.” She squeezed his arm that was laced with hers in appreciation, and he looked at her and smiled.

“You’re a real gentleman, Jughead.”

“That’s me, Jughead Jones, all around good guy.” He was being sarcastic.

“Yeah well, this one won’t finish last.” Jughead wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn she was flirting with him. He stole a glance at her, and she was smiling up at him. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, gorgeous. So what’s next for you?” He asked. She thought about it for a moment.

“Well, I gotta find somewhere to live.” He nodded.

“And then?”

“And then I want a new job, I want to write about real things. Be a journalist. Not just writing columns in a magazine.” She hadn’t even realised she thought that until the words left her mouth. The beach really was bringing it all out of her, she thought. Or maybe it was Jughead.

“Okay, and then?” She tugged on his arm and laughed.

“That’s enough about me, what about you Mr Jones? You gonna serve me drinks forever?” As she said it she realised how horrible it sounded. “Jesus, sorry, I didn’t mean it like -”

“Betts, its fine.” He laughed. “And to answer you, fuck no. I’m writing a novel, if you must know.” She opened her eyes in surprise.

“What about? Oh my god, can I read it?” Betty was excited to leant that he wrote too, somehow he’d never mentioned it before. There were lots of things she was releasing about Jughead tonight, he was more than a pretty face.

“It’s like a murder mystery kinda thing. And sure, you can proof read the latest on our next date?” He froze at his use of word and quickly looked to Betty’s face to make sure he hadn’t crossed the line. She just had a quiet smile on her face, looking out to the ocean. She pulled her arm free from his, and for a second Jughead was worried he had read her expression wrong, before he watched her take off for the sea. She looked so carefree as she ran, hair loose, arms out. He couldn’t help being reminded just how beautiful she was, even more so than when she was sat behind the bar. Here she was open and carefree, and what he knew all along rung true. He really fucking liked her. “Betty!” He called as he took off after her, picking up her sandals she had discarded on her way. “Betty, what are you doing woman?” He could hear her laughing as he got closer. She had rolled up her black jeans and was knee deep in the ocean, twirling around.

“I feel so free, Jughead. For the first time in maybe my whole life? And looking out at this ocean, it could take me anywhere.” She stopped twirling then, and faced out towards the open water.

“You can go anywhere you want, Betty Cooper. The world is yours. Take it.” He called out to her. She turned to him and waved, urging him to join her. And she looked so at peace he thought “Fuck it” and took off his own shoes, piling them next to Betty. He didn’t even bother rolling up his jeans. When he reached her she pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him tight.

“Thank you, Juggie. This was exactly what I needed. It’s so good to get it all out.” She said in his ear. He could feel the goosebumps on his arm at his close she was to him. She pulled away and smiled the biggest grin he’s ever seen.

“Scream it out, if you want. Shed that skin.” She looked at him for a moment, ticking it over in her mind whether she should.

“ITS MY LIFE.” She screamed in his face. He flinched a little in shock, and then just laughed. “Oops, sorry.” She said a little quieter. He just shook his head.

“No, don’t be sorry. Keep going.”

“I MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS!” She screamed again.

“THIS WATER IS FUCKING FREEZING!” Jughead screamed back, laughing.

“I AM BETTY FUCKING COOPER AND I DO WHAT I WANT!” She was all smiles, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. Jughead wanted to reach out and touch her but she was in her element and he wanted nothing to stop that.

“IT’S MY FUCKING LIFE!” She screamed again.

“FUCK EVERYONE ELSE!” Jughead had to at least let something out.

“WHAT ARE WE DOING RIGHT NOW?” Betty burst out laughing, bringing her hands to her mouth to muffle it.

“YOU’RE LIVING” He screamed back at her.

“Almost” she whispered, in such contrast, before she grabbed his face and pulled it to her own. She kissed Jughead long and hard, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. And he kissed her back just as hard, snaking his tongue into her mouth along with his arms around her waist. And when they both decided to come up for air, neither made a move to let go of on another. Jughead bumped his forehead against hers, both of their breathing was heavy.

“I’ve been wondering what that feels like. Also, did you call me Juggie?” He teased.

“Me too. And yes, I did, it’s cute.”

“I like it.” He kissed her again lightly.

“So” She said, breathlessly. “What’s next?”

“We get out of this freezing ocean?”

“And then?”

Jughead just laughed, and hoped to god that whatever was next in his life involved Betty Cooper.

Shore Leave

Jim Kirk X female Reader

Summary: You go on shore leave with the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise, and your best friend Nyota tries to convince you to ask your crush, Jim Kirk, on a date.

Word Count: 2,296

Characters: Reader, Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura, Leonard McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Spock (mentioned), Christine Chapel (mentioned)

Warnings: Kissing, slight flirting, the ocean, okay-ish writing

Author’s Note: I started this as a way to break writer’s block, but it turns out this is the longest fic I’ve written to date. I really hope you like it, I tried not to be too out of character, please tell me if you think I’ve failed at that. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors. I am not good at writing endings, so sorry ‘bout that. I used the prompt “Don’t get your hopes up” as a starting point on this.

Enjoy!

Also, for some reason I see the song Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant fitting in here somewhere.

Originally posted by 3vil-is-g00d

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“He’s staring at you again,” your best friend Nyota told you, gesturing behind you to the captain. You were eating lunch in the commissary when she spoke up.

“Are you serious? Ugh, Ny, what am I supposed to do,” you ask desperately.

“Ask him out? Come on, we both know you like him too.”

“Even if that were true, I can’t just ask Kirk on a date! He’s captain of the freaking ship, I’m just a lieutenant. And we’re only on year one of a five year mission. Things could go horribly!” you exasperate.

“(Y/N) calm down. It was just a suggestion,” Nyota says placatingly.

Wanting to change the subject, you asked a question. “What are you and Spock planning to do while on shore leave? I heard Risa is a very beautiful class M planet.”

“I read about a few interesting places. Luckily we’ll be there during the Luhlanat, or festival of moons, so I think Spock and I are going to that. What about you?” Uhura decides to go along with the shift in conversation.

“Probably just soaking up the sun on the beach. You have no idea how much I miss being able to feel the organic, solar heat. Which reminds me, I need to replicate a cute swimsuit.” You make a mental note to do that later.

“Is there anybody special that you need a cute swimsuit for?” your friend questions playfully. You scowl at her as way of reply and continue to eat your synthesized food.

A few moments later when you’re about to leave, a yellow shirt enters your field of sight. You sigh inwardly as you already know who it is. “Mind if I walk down to Med-bay with you? I’m on my way to see Bones.”

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I’ll Be Here

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: After your ‘one-sided’ love for Tom becomes too much to bear, you decide to escape to the beach to drown your feelings.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Alcohol use, swearing, poor editing, little bit of angst

A/N: This is loosely based off the song ‘Coconut Water’ by Milk & Bone so maybe give it a listen. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by bistevesrogers


“Hey, it’s me, I’m just calling to say hi. And that, uh, I can’t stop thinking about you. I just wanna see you again, so give me a call.“

You replay the voice mail Tom had left you over and over again as you watch the waves of the ocean gently graze the shore, your feet digging further into the sand, enjoying the feeling that came with it.

A small sigh fell from your lips as you peeled the phone away from your ear, staring down at Tom’s contact name in your phone.

It had been weeks since you stopped talking to Tom with almost no explanation.

It was unfair of you, cutting him from your life so suddenly, you knew it was a lot for him to handle going from having you around 24/7 to having no contact at all, but this was something you had to do for yourself and Tom understood that.

But what Tom didn’t understand was why. He couldn’t pin point anything that he did that would have pushed you away or made you want to leave and it was killing him.

If only he knew the truth - your truth - that you had spent most of your years together infatuated with him, in complete admiration. Which you had thought was one sided, but little did you know, he felt the same.

He was so blind, so so blind. He had himself convinced that he couldn’t be in love with his best friend so he pushed away all his feelings until he couldn’t feel anymore.

He went through person after person trying to find someone just as good as you. Someone that would make him forget about his feelings for you.

It stung at first, watching Tom going in and out of these relationships thinking that he’d never love you, but it wasn’t until he had gotten into a committed relationship when it became too much for you to bear.

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Did the Baudelaire orphans survive “Chapter Fourteen”?

“The End” left us with a literal question mark: the Baudelaires took to the sea, and Lemony Snicket ended the series abruptly. What became of them once they left the Island? A coded sentence in “The Beatrice Letters” gives us the answer: their ship, the Beatrice, sank. End of story: the Baudelaires died in the depths of the ocean.

Except…

Except their foster daughter, Beatrice Baudelaire Jr, somehow survived this shipwreck. If a baby can survive that, why not the three other Baudelaires? Is there still some hope of finding proof of their presence on the mainland?

And if there is, why is Lemony not doing anything about it?

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malmo722  asked:

Okay, I have some prompts for you. You can do all of them or the one that speaks to you the most. - Betty needs Jughead to pretend to be her boyfriend when she runs into an ex. - Betty is set up on a shit date and ends up leaving with the waiter, Jughead. - Betty and Jughead are camp counsellors. - Jughead and Betty's first trip to IKEA as a couple. Sorry this was an oddly structured ask.

I decided to go with the first for now but I really like the other prompts and if inspiration strikes me I will definitely try some of them out :-)

Something felt off. Betty wasn’t completely sure what it was but it felt like something big was going to happen. All day she couldn’t shake the feeling, so when her best friend, Vera, called after a long day at the shop asking her to go to a party with some of her work friends Betty immediately said yes.

It had been one of the hottest days of the year so Betty slipped on a light blue sundress, hoping it would cool her down while also being appropriate for the party. She pulled her hair into one of her classically tight ponytails knowing that if she left it down her hair would be frizzy before she even got to the sidewalk. She wasn’t sure what the vibe of the party was going to be, opting for a natural look with her makeup, too. As she was waiting for Vera her mind started to wander.

Betty had to admit it was sort of an impulse decision to move to San Diego after college. She left everything and everyone behind; but she had never been happier. She had struggled with anxiety all her life, however after one month in the new city she found herself having less and less panic attacks. Now, three years later, she was successfully running her own flower shop – having even been featured in a Buzzfeed article – and she felt she was living her best life.

The ding from her phone was what dragged Betty out of her reverie. It was a text from Vera letting her know that she was downstairs. Betty did one quick twirl in front of the mirror before she grabbed her wallet and headed downstairs.

As Betty sat in the Uber she started to fidget with the hem of her dress, wondering if this had just been one huge mistake. Lately, Betty hadn’t been one for parties because parties usually meant humans of the opposite sex. It wasn’t that she hated men, but she had broken up with her serious boyfriend not too long ago and she just hadn’t felt ready to re-enter the dating pool again. It had ended amicably enough but Betty still felt a bit awkward about the whole thing. Vera sensed this and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Betty, it’s been four months and Brad is definitely not going to be there.”

“I know, just… what if?”

“Betty, look at me. You are a strong confident woman who isn’t going to let some asshat, whom you broke up with, control your life any further.” Betty was looking at her and knew she was right; she wouldn’t let Brad define her life. She was Betty Fucking Cooper. “Good. Now take these with me before we get to the party,” Vera handed her two mini bottles of Fireball. Tonight was going to be Betty Cooper’s night.

When they got to the party Betty was already feeling kind of buzzed. She didn’t drink that often and her tolerance was shot. She and Vera got separated almost immediately when her friend saw a guy named Nick that she worked with. Betty headed straight for the bar and ordered her favorite drink.

“Sex on The Beach, interesting choice.” Betty was suddenly caught off guard by a set of hauntingly blue eyes. She didn’t even have a second before he stuck his hand out. “Jughead.” She took his hand, giving him a peculiar look. “Trust me the real thing is worse,” he chuckled as he took another sip of his beer.

“I’m Betty. Beer is such a lame choice, there is an open bar you can have anything you want,” she said, eyeballing his Bud Light as he finished it off.

“That is a very astute observation, barkeep give me an appletini,” he said giving Betty a boyish grin.

The pair continued to try the most ridiculous drinks they could imagine for the next several hours.

“You know I don’t usually come to these parties but my friend Nick over there forced me, said something about it being my duty as a best friend,” Jughead said, slightly slurring his words.

Betty was about to respond when her whole body went rigid. She looked around the bar for Vera who was still flirting with Nick somewhere, not noticing what was happening. Betty was stunned beyond belief and thinking of an exit strategy as Brad, the person she least expected to see, walked through the door. He was making his way towards the bar, towards Betty and she knew she had to do something. She looked at Jughead who was slightly confused by her change in demeanor.

As Brad approached the two, Betty grabbed Jughead’s face and crashed her lips against his. This time it was Jughead’s turn to go rigid, but he adapted quickly and started kissing her back with an easy leisure. Betty was shocked by the electricity she felt from the kiss, forgetting that Brad had even arrived at the party. All she could think about was how right this felt with Jughead. Jughead licked her lower lip, seeking access that Betty quickly granted, his tongue slipping into her mouth and deepening the kiss. Their moment of passion was broken up by the sound of Brad clearing his throat. The two finally parted but leaned their foreheads on one another, neither of them opening their eyes just yet.

“Hi Betty, how are you?” Betty groaned as she gave Jughead a glance that he quickly interpreted as follow along and he nodded.

“I am great Brad, how are you?” she said with a hint of annoyance, but making sure she was polite, as always.

“Good. Work at the firm is good, overwhelming but good. Hey, aren’t you going to introduce me to…” Brad said gesturing toward Jughead.

“Oh, where have my manners gone! This is Jughead, my boyfriend. Jughead this is Brad.” Brad’s expression suddenly looked stunned as Jughead introduced himself.

After many painful minutes of conversation, Brad finally left the pair alone.

“Okay what the fuck was that?” Jughead asked with one eyebrow quirked in amusement, hands coming up to rest on her waist, thumbs stroking small circles there.

Betty was about to start explaining what had happened to Jughead when she saw Vera signalling to her from across the party that it was time to go.

“I promise I will explain this to you another time, I just have to go.”

As Betty went to leave, Jughead grabbed her arm and said, “Wait, Betty. Can I see you around?” with a desperate look plastered across his face.

“Well, we have many mutual friends so I am sure our paths will cross again,” she insisted with a coy look in her eye. “But here’s my number for good measure,” she murmured, voice almost a whispered as she jotted her name and number down. “Goodbye, for now, Jughead.”

She got on her tip toes and gave him a final, parting kiss on the cheek before walking away, looking back only to see him glued to his spot with a dumbfounded look on his face.

BEHIND THE LENS | harry holland

in which the reader is a famous photographer and harry has a crush on her and tom hires her for his next photoshoot that harry is also a part of

WORD COUNT: 1780

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When people began arriving on the beach it was midday and you were stretched out on the warm sand with Roman’s head on your stomach. You opened your eyes when he flipped over and pouted as his eyes wondered over the beach.


“You hungry?” He asked when your belly rumbled.


“Yeah.” You sighed, stretching like a cat and smiling at him.

He grabbed his wallet and left you on the beach as he headed to the nearest shop. You started getting worried when the sun became low in the sky and he still hadn’t returned, packing up your things you decided to go look for him.


After a few minutes of searching you found him flirting with a girl in the smallest bikini you’d ever seen, you hurried past him without a word and he didn’t notice you until you made the car alarm go off.


“Hey, sorry I got distracted.” Roman said as he hurried over to you and handed you the food.

“I saw.” You snapped as you waited for him to unlock the car.


“There’s a bonfire later we should go.” Roman said as he watched you get in the car and shut the door.

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