It’s finally been a whole, painstaking year, and now Eleven
is finally free.
That morning, she darts out of bed at 6:50 on the dot,
grabbing the stack of clothes she’d laid out the night before and slamming them
down on the bed. She dresses quickly, no need to shower as she’d taken one the
After she’s haphazardly thrown on her jeans, long sleeve
shirt with the little flowers, and a flannel for warmth, she stops at the
mirror over her dresser. She huffs at the condition of her hair, grabbing her
brush and running it through her brown curls. Grabbing the spray Nancy gave her
to help keep it smooth, she puffs a few sprays into her locks, then flattens
the particularly unruly strands with her palms.
hernameismud is an EFOTD fave — the minimalist, funny ceramic and porcelain pieces are perfectly giftable. love this heart-shaped pink-glazed ‘maker’ pin, and the customizable and delicate initial necklaces.
Could you write a one shot where percabeth are married and are in their mid thirties and it's Annabeth's birthday, you could include percababies but it's up to you .
I know this is late since Annabeth’s birthday was on July 12th. But here we go!
Percy smiled as his son and daughter helped him make breakfast. Watching his seven and four year old, respectively, cook was the cutest thing he could imagine. Of course he did a lot of the work, but four extra hands were somewhat helpful.
“Alright, is the tray decorated?” Percy asked as he plated the food.
“Yes daddy!” His daughter grinned.
Percy turned and saw the one of the flowers he bought for her in a cup with her presents tied onto the handles, and homemade cards standing up on the tray.
“I want to carry the tray!” His son said. “I promise to be careful!”
“The tray is really heavy.” Percy told him. “And we need to be quiet cause mommy is still sleeping.”
Percy put the plate on the tray and carried everything to his room.
Annabeth was still asleep, tired from her long day at work yesterday. When she came home, Percy already had the kids in bed and tuckered out.
“Wake mommy up gently.” He whispered.
His kids ran over to her and gently shook her as they said, “Mommy, wake up”. Annabeth groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled a little bit as she woke up.
“Happy birthday!” Their kids shouted.
“Thank you.” She smiled sitting up. “Is that breakfast?”
“Yes! We helped!” Their daughter said, climbing up on their bed. “I helped with the eggs!”
“I bet they taste yummy.” Annabeth smiled.
Percy placed the tray over her lap and kissed her. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” She grinned. “Everything smells delicious.”
Their son looked at her, tugging at the gift tied to the right handle of the tray.
“Is that a gift for me?” She asked, untying the gift. “Can I get a hint at what it is?”
“No!” Their daughter said.
Annabeth looked at her daughter. “Is this gift from you too?”
“No. Just him.” Percy said.
Annabeth opened the bag and took out an owl mug that looked like it was painted by her son. The owl was painted white and the rest of the mug was painted brown with some green spots.
“Do you like it?” Their son asked.
“I love it.” She replied with a smile. “I love it so much that I’m going to use it everyday.”
He smiled and climbed up onto the bed to give her a hug.
“Mine next!” Her daughter said.
Annabeth untied the bag on the left handle and took out a picture frame that was colored in by her daughter. In the middle was a picture of her and her daughter.
“Like it? Like it? Like it?” Her daughter asked.
“I love it.” Annabeth smiled.
Percy went over to his kids and picked them up. “Alright, let’s give mommy some space and have breakfast.” He placed them on the ground and they ran out of the room.
Annabeth looked up at Percy who was smiling up at him. He pulled out a long wrapped present from behind his back.
“Where did you hide that?” Annabeth asked before putting a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
“It was on my back. My pants held it up.” He told her as he handed it to her.
Annabeth opened up the gift and gasped a little. She looked at heart shaped necklace with a could of diamonds on it. “How-? Why-?”
“Happy birthday.” Percy smiled. “Want help putting it on?”
“I’ll put it on later.” She replied. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.”
He leaned down and kissed her. He left her kiss back, not wanted him to go.
“Stop hitting me!” They heard their son shout.
“I’ll take care of it.” Percy sighed.
“Thank you.” She smiled. “I’ll take the next one.”
“No you’re not. Not today.” He kissed her one last time before going to his kids.
Request: Hey!! Can you do anything cute and fluffy with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker? Something reader x Peter. Tia:)
After making your wish, you leaned over and blew out the 16 candles that covered the cake. You met the eyes of your mother who looked as if she were going to cry.
“Mom, I’m only 16. Don’t start packing my bags and meeting with suitors yet.” You laughed and she blinked away her tears.
“I’m sorry, I’m just thinking about this very day 16 years ago.” She sniffled.
“You mean the day you cursed me out in the delivery room and said you hated me?” Your father winked at you and your mother smacked him on the arm.
“Hey hon, where is that camera your grandmother sent you? You know she’ll want to see some photos from tonight.”
“When will she get a cell phone?” You rolled your eyes and excused yourself from the table.
You headed straight for your closet to look for the camera package that was most likely buried under your clothes. Once you found it, you stuffed your shoes and clothes back in and headed for the bedroom door.
In the corner of your eye, you saw a figure sitting on your bed, causing you to shriek.
Your boyfriend Peter sat with a grin on his face.
“(Y/N)? What is it?” Your dad called up the stairs.
“Oh it’s nothing, dad. I just saw a spider.” You smirked and closed the door. You crossed the room and tackled Peter in a hug, pulling away to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Very funny.” He sneered. “Y’know, you really shouldn’t leave your window open all the time.”
“I’ll try to be better about that. I wouldn’t want to find some creep in my bed.” You gave him a playful shove and he laughed.
“I wanted to see you on your birthday.” He took your hand and placed a small blue box in your palm. “And I wanted to give you this.”
You looked up at him with a sheepish smile. “You really didn’t have to get me anything. You being here is enough. That’s actually what I wished for.”
“But I wanted to get you a gift. Open it!” He nudged your shoulder.
You lifted the lid and inside the box was a small, silver heart-shaped necklace lined with little jewels the color of your birthstone. Your heart swelled and a huge smile broke out onto your face. “It’s beautiful! Thank you so much, Peter.”
“Read it.” He sounded nervous as he cleared his throat.
You gave him a confused look and pulled the necklace out of the box, flipping over the pendant. On the back in small engraved writing read “Love always, Peter”.
Your stomach flipped and you felt your face burn. You looked up at him through your lashes and saw that his face was equally red, but still gleeful.
“I’ve had so much fun with you these past few months. You’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met. You’re so smart and so warm and kind and-and beautiful. I hate when we’re apart because I want to be around you all the time. You make my days so much brighter and…I’m in love with you.” He finished.
Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. You never had any experience since Peter was the first boy to ever really show an interest in you, but what he was feeling, you felt too.
“Please say something.” He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. You smiled and leaned into him, giving him an eager kiss.
You had kissed a few times before, but it was nothing like this. This one was deep and electrifying and you knew it would be one of the most memorable moments of your life.
You finally pulled away and pressed your forehead against his, your (E/C) eyes gazing into his brown ones. “I’m in love with you too.”
He smiled and pulled you into another kiss, this one much softer. His hand reached up and held your cheek, his thumb stroking it gently. Once again, the two of you pulled away and he tucked your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your forehead. “May I?” He tugged at the necklace that was still clutched in your hand.
You turned around and lifted your hair so he could hook the chain. Your hand reached up and grasped the heart as you beamed down at it.
“Well…” He trailed off, looking disappointed.
“Well?” You looked at him in concern.
“I hate to say it, but I should go.”
You nodded, feeling sad that he couldn’t stay with you. “I understand. Everyone needs you.”
“Go enjoy the rest of your evening with your family. I’ll be back later, okay?”
The frown on your face was replaced with a grin. “You will?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t want to disappoint my girl on her special day.”
You blushed at him calling you “my girl”.
He covered his cheerful face with the red mask and ducked out your window, disappearing into the night.
This is the first imagine I’ve written in a while, and I really enjoyed it! Requests are still open :)
Her life as an Avenger was… she didn’t even know what it was. Two months had passed and she wasn’t even close to getting home. She was attempting to remain invisible. She couldn’t–she wouldn’t mess with the timeline. She had strict rules that regarded missions. She was their last resort if anything went awry, instead, they assigned her to unsolved cases, which she obviously excelled in. She was glad that she was busy, but she felt more alone than ever. At least back home she had coworkers and family. Here, she had no one. She’s pretty sure that the team hates her, especially Bucky and Steve. They had all gotten off on the wrong foot with her and the only time Steve spoke to her was during briefings or when he was annoyed with her. With Bucky, the pair just got under each other’s skin. Everyone else just didn’t talk to her.
prompt; (from luna lovegood iguana (q))
Could you maybe do one where The reader and Draco are in a secret relationship, and she’s a half blood from a mostly Pure blooded rich family. And she gets a love stone necklace from Draco and it lights up at both of there touch signifying they are soul mates. And then later she gets kidnapped by Bellatrix or something and gets brought to Malfoy manor, and Bellatrix wants the necklace but doesn’t want to touch her so she makes Draco do it, but it lights up and Lucius gets all mad and try’s to kill the reader? I got that from another fanfic but I would appreciate a fanfic based all around that scene though. /
please please please could you do a draco angst please please I love your writing so much and take your time 💌 (anon)
touch of one’s true love can make the heart glow, quite literally in the
situation you found yourself in.
is almost comedic. The locket he had gifted you as a show of love and protection
is now an omen that foretold of nothing but upcoming pain and heartbreak. The
lights here, in the Malfoy manor, are pale blue and cold, making the warm glow
coming from your heart-shaped necklace glimmer on your soft skin and pierce the
air. Draco’s hand, that resting on your forearm as he was told to escort you
away, stays permanently frozen as his pupils shrink in alarm. The room occupied
by mostly his family and you falls completely still. No one dares to take a
breath. No house elf dares to poke his head through the ajar door.
Well, hey! I’m back again with a brand new fic! After the lovely response to For Better or Worse, I felt super inspired to continue with my writing - and I am actually really excited about this one. I’m being painfully self critical of my writing as always, but I really hope that you enjoy! The name comes from one of the most well-known poems by Walt Whitman, A Song of Myself. Hopefully that’ll make more sense as the story progresses.Let me know what you think!
(edit: I also forgot to mention originally that this isn’t just a one shot; there’s lots more to come!)
“Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes.”
There was something about the month of October. The amber hue of the afternoon skies, the lingering scent of cinnamon and pumpkin, the scattering of autumn’s colourful leaves leaving fragments of a summer stripped away. A falling, a letting go, an end intertwined with a new beginning.
These were the things that Betty Cooper found herself thinking about every morning as she perched on a bench beside the harbour with her favourite book in hand before heading to work, inhaling the welcomed breeze as the day started to unfold. How beautiful the world seemed as the year began to close.
A few moments of solitude were so warmly welcomed before a six hour shift in the coffee shop. It’s not that she hated it, but she didn’t love it, either. She was indifferent. It was a job. It paid the bills. And that’s about all it did.
“Can I take a name?” She smiled, the pen lingering in the air between her fingers.
“Uh, sure,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s Trev.”
“Nice to meet you, Trev,” she said playfully, scribbling his name with an added love heart and placing the cup to the side. “Pumpkin spiced latte with extra cream, your favourite.”
He smirked then, leaning across the counter to plant a brisk kiss on her lips.
“Are we still on for later?”
Her perfectly slicked back ponytail sprung as she passed the cup over to her colleague and friend a few feet away, currently fighting with the coffee machine.
“Of course,” she replied, returning to her original spot in front of the cash register and smoothing down the front of her navy blue ‘Oakwood Bay Coffee’ t-shirt. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ve booked dinner reservations at that little seafood restaurant just outside of town.”
Betty winced. She hated seafood. “Sounds great,” she chorused, flashing her most convincing smile. He always bought it.
“But it’s probably best you don’t stay over,” he said quickly, “just because I have to be up so early tomorrow morning for my flight.”
“Yeah,” she said, her gaze momentarily shifting onto a regular customer walking in and mouthing ‘hi’. “I get that. No worries.”
“It’s only a few weeks,” he assured her, “then I’ll be back.”
“Yep,” she smiled. “A few weeks.”
Retrieving his drink with a quiet thanks and taking a sip, he offered her another quick peck and swiftly bounded out of the door, humming an offhand ‘see you later’ as Veronica turned around and crossed her arms. Betty rolled her eyes.
“Look,” she started, “I’m your friend so I can tell you things straight.”
Betty raised her eyebrows, grabbing the damp cloth draped over the sink and wiping away the remnants of cinnamon and sugar. Somehow, Veronica saw this as a prompt to continue.
“It’s probably best you don’t stay over?” She repeated satirically. “Geez, I know you guys have been together for two years now, but do you even ever stay over anymore anyway? And don’t you hate seafood?“
“V,” Betty interjected, “I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do, but I’m fine. He’s fine. We’re fine. Everything’s… fine.”
A brief paused followed, nothing but the sound of plates and glasses clinking along with the hushed tones of an incredibly apt ‘Acoustic Coffee Shop’ Spotify playlist, which both of them had now heard so many times they were slowly losing the will to live.
Veronica huffed, throwing her hands up in defeat.
“Ok,” she muttered, leaning down to grab a bottled water from the small fridge beside them and subsequently taking a swig. “Where’s he going anyway?”
“London,” she sighed. “He’s taken a four week course to build up his business skills, or something.”
“I kind of tune out at times,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Well, it sure sounds riveting to me.”
“It’ll be a great opportunity for him.”
Veronica shrugged dispassionately in response.
Betty had met Trev just over two years earlier in their local college. She was studying English Literature at the time, bright-eyed and determined, dreaming of becoming a professional writer. They were introduced to one another during an open evening in which Betty was helping out at, and they hit it off almost instantly. It was all very easy, actually.
They initially went out on a few coffee and movie dates, making their relationship official only a couple of months later, and, as they say, the rest was history. They were pretty settled by this point, so much so that they didn’t need to be around each other at every waking moment. In fact, they often savoured the time alone. That’s what Betty kept telling Veronica anyway. And, as much as she hated to admit it, herself. On more occasions than one.
“Black coffee to go.”
The deep, monotone request pulled her out of her fleeting reminiscences as she shook away thoughts that were much too in depth for three o’clock in the afternoon after running on only one shot of coffee. She instinctively reached to grab a cup and her trusty pen from beside her, removing the lid with a click.
“You got it. Can I take a name?”
The abrupt answer made her eyes shoot up in astonishment.
“Not to be rude, but I assume I’m the only person in this something-out-of-a-Nicholas-Sparks-novel town who would even dream of drinking something other than a cup of frothed milk drowning in sugar-drenched syrup, so, no. I don’t see much of a point in giving you my name.”
She blinked, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head, attempting to conjure up a response. He looked back at her, showing no signs of remorse for the fact, despite his initial statement, he had indeed been exceptionally rude. Instead, his face was entirely nonchalant. It infuriated her.
“Right. So, that’s $2.85,” she uttered after a momentary silence, biting her tongue in an attempt to not lose her job, actively choosing to ignore Veronica’s background snigger as she handed her the cup. It only took a few moments before the freshly poured coffee was passed back again.
“Keep the change,” he mumbled, not even bothering to strain himself to look at her again as he chucked the money onto the counter, seizing his drink and stomping back outside.
“Please, come again,” she quipped under her breath, turning to face Veronica who was shaking her head with a smirk. “I should’ve written asshole.”
“Tourists,” she replied with a subsequent eye roll. “Anyway, I need to ask you something.”
Betty leaned up against the counter, taking a moment to relieve the pain that came with standing on her feet all day long. Late Friday afternoons were always pretty chilled, even if the mornings were an overwhelming rush of madness. But by now, people were getting ready to either go out on the town or spend a night in front of the TV with takeout pizza. Betty sure knew which she’d prefer. And it definitely didn’t involve seafood.
“Sure,” she replied.
“So,” Veronica pursed her lips together and raised a brow hopefully, “there’s this party-“
“You know I don’t go to those things, V.”
“Oh, come on,” she replied, clasping her hands together. “Trev’s leaving, and this can be a chance to reconnect with that fun, independent woman inside of you.”
Betty ran the cloth under the tap before rinsing it out. “Am I not those things already?”
“Look,” she sighed, “I just think it would be nice to let your hair down once in a while.”
“Veronica, you know that I like my hair well and truly up, secured with ten bobby pins and half a can of hairspray.”
They both chuckled then, Betty folding her arms across her chest and waiting for Veronica’s inevitable persistancy.
“It’s tomorrow night, anyway. I’m kind of crushing on the guy that’s throwing it. A friend’s support would be great.”
“And by that you mean someone to stand outside the door and keep guard as you make out in the downstairs bathroom?” Betty scoffed.
“Hey,” she shrugged, “that was one time. It was a nice bathroom.”
Betty shook her head with a grin, retrieving her pen as the bell on the door sounded. “I’ll think about it, ok?”
The evening rolled around relatively quickly, the sun setting just before six o’clock as Betty stood outside of her apartment waiting for Trev to pick her up. A cold breeze brushed over her skin, raising goose bumps as she tightened her black cardigan across her chest.
She’d decided to keep her hair up, twisting her signature ponytail into a neat, perfectly sculpted bun, and running a light pink gloss over her lips. She’d thrown on her slightly worn black jeans and a short-sleeved white lace vest, placing her heart-shaped necklace neatly over the top. When he finally pulled up, he was ten minutes late, not that she was keeping tabs.
Luckily, the drive to the restaurant was a short one at that.
“Are you all packed?” Betty questioned once they were seated at their table and served their food, picking at her salmon and taking small bites every so often. He didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he replied, covering his mouth as he swallowed his coconut shrimp, the sight in itself making Betty feel a little queasy. “I just need to sort out my hand luggage when I get home later.”
She nodded, gently stabbing her fork into a cherry tomato and popping it into her mouth. “Well, it’ll be weird not having you around.”
“It’ll fly by,” he replied.
“Yeah,” she agreed half-heartedly, studying his features that she had grown so used to. She knew his face better than anyone’s. She threw him a faint smile, something inside of her shifting. She ignored it.
“I guess that brings me onto my next point,” he uttered after a few moments.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?
“I know we’ve been together for two years now, and they’ve honestly been amazing,” he began, “I just think that maybe we need a change.”
She placed her hand down beside her plate, still clutching onto her fork, and sat back a little in her seat.
Oh shit, she thought. He’s breaking up with me.
She guessed that she had seen it coming for a while. The both of them were close, very much so, but there was always something a little out of place. She was in a constant battle with her thoughts, because she knew they were supposed to be together.
She loved Trev. She really did. She felt a familiarity and safety with him that she had never felt quite ready to let go of. He had been there when her parents had split and he had supported her whenever she needed him. They leant on one another and had done for so long that they’d almost forgotten what it was like not to do so.
They were comfortable.
She shifted in her seat, placing her hands in her lap and softening her eyes. “Look, Trev-“
“I think we should get married.”
There were few things that had shocked Betty Cooper in her life so far. Everything had always been rather predictable, a simple, perfect life plan for the perfect girl next door. She had always excelled in school, running the school paper and involving herself in every after school activity she could find, she had gone off and gotten her first class degree, and she was now training to be a teacher; temporarily working in the coffee shop for a steady-ish income. She was only twenty-two, but her whole life had practically already been mapped out for her. Trev included.
That was why, in that precise moment, in front of her utterly untouched salmon, she was speechless. Of course it made sense for her long-term boyfriend to propose to her. Her parents were married at twenty-one, ignoring the fact said marriage had gone to shit, so surely she should’ve seen it coming. Nobody in Oakwood Bay would expect a Cooper to be unmarried in anything other than a white picket fenced house past the age of twenty-five. Despite of this, she couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but she had not once even thought about it during the past two years.
For once in her life, she was completely unprepared. Her fork fell onto the table with a loud clink.
“Wow,” was all she could manage, her eyes widening at the large diamond ring he had retrieved from his jacket pocket. He hadn’t gotten down on one knee, which Betty was actually quite thankful for, seeing as the few eyes that were already watching them were making her uncomfortable enough. She was embarrassed, suddenly. Anticipating a feeling in the pit of her stomach; the one they always write about in songs and in poems. It never came.
She looked back up at him and expected to see fireworks in his eyes, but there were none. Only the smell of dead fish.
“Is that a yes?”
Veronica inspected the ring for a good ten minutes, her jaw practically wedged open as the large, sparkling diamond got lost in her dark, brown eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” she declared.
“Yeah, it is.”
“So, remind me why you’re not wearing it?”
Betty sighed, plonking herself down onto her bed beside Veronica and pulling her legs into her chest. “I told him I’d think about it.”
Veronica raised a brow, carefully placing the ring back onto the bedside table. “What’s there to think about?”
“I’ll tell you when I figure it out,” she replied, sinking back onto her pile of cushions.
“At least he’s leaving in the morning so you can avoid any awkward run-ins.”
“We’re still together,” Betty defended, closing her eyes as she ran everything over in her head, “I think.”
“Well, you did just say no to his marriage proposal.”
“I didn’t say no.”
“But you didn’t say yes.”
Betty grabbed a pillow and proceeded to face plant it, turning over onto her stomach. She’d lost count of how many times she’d screamed into this thing.
“Hey,” Veronica said leaning over to gently place a hand on her shoulder, “you know what will make you feel better?”
“Binge-watching Gilmore Girls and eating ten gallons of ice-cream?”
“Ok,” she replied, “aside from that.”
Betty propped herself up onto her elbows, turning her head and wrinkling her brows.
“Buying a puppy?”
Veronica laughed, sticking out her bottom lip and nodding. “I was actually referring to the party, but yeah now that you mention it…”
“Oh, V,” she rolled her eyes, hopping back up off the bed and pushing her hair out of her face. “Does it really mean that much to you? All for this random guy?”
“I really like him.”
“Have you ever even talked to him?”
“I blurted out this really weird high-pitched laugh when I accidentally bumped into him in the store the other day. We did that thing where you both go to walk the same way about three times over. I think he thought I was having some sort of stroke.”
“So, it’s getting serious then?”
Veronica threw her head into her hands, her shoulder-length black hair veiling her inevitable expression of both mortification and disappointment.
“Ok,” Betty said softly with a sigh, smirking faintly. She’d never seen her best friend so dejected over a guy she’d never even spoken to before. Weird creature-esque laugh aside.
Her head shot back up in delight. “Ok?”
Veronica squealed, heaving Betty into a rather abrupt embrace before hopping up off of the bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried. “Ok, so let’s talk outfits. I’m thinking sexy, but still classy, something simple but not so simple that it’s boring. Is red lipstick too much? What am I saying, red lipstick is never too much.”
As Veronica started to trail off into a debate with herself over the appropriate height of her heels, Betty lay back down and pulled her phone out of her pocket. No new messages. She turned her head to catch another glimpse of the ring lying beside a photo of the two of them holding ice-creams in a floral printed frame and sighed.
Why didn’t she say yes?
Betty allowed herself to awake much earlier than usual the following morning. Saturday shifts were her least favourite, and the truth was that she hadn’t slept at all. Trev had texted her not long after she’d gotten dressed to tell her that he was boarding his flight. It was a little cold and a little awkward, but at least he was still associating with her after she’d basically publicly humiliated him in his favourite seafood restaurant, of all places. She knew going there was a bad idea. When was seafood ever a good idea, anyway?
She loved visiting the harbour when the majority of the town were still asleep; watching the boats leave and allowing her anxieties to leave with them. Not only this, but the autumn sunrise was always the most beautiful, somehow. She found a comfort in this place, one that she had never quite found anywhere else
Taking a sip of her morning coffee before placing it onto the ground beside a small gathering of colourful fallen leaves, she propped her feet up on the bench and opened up her book to where she had last finished off. She exhaled, savouring the satisfaction of a peaceful morning paired with her favourite poet. Somehow, his words ignited something inside of her that she often worried was slipping away. These strings of sentences, masked by hidden meanings, were sometimes all that kept her sane.
‘There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.
Wrench’d and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,
I sleep—I sleep long.
I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.’
“Whitman?” A voice sounded a few centimetres away from her, prompting a loud gasp.
“Jesus,” she cried, sitting up abruptly and clutching the book which had almost fallen to the ground.
“Nope,” he said dryly, “pretty sure it’s Whitman.”
She twisted her head then, meeting with a set of unfamiliar, vacant green eyes. His hair was tucked inside a grey beanie, a couple of dark curls peeking out of the front. It took him a few moments, but he smirked. Betty’s face was that of utter disgust as she reached down, realising she had seemingly instantly kicked over her coffee, cursing aloud at the realisation.
“I know you,” she spat, sitting upright and perching on the edge of the bench, narrowing her eyes. “You’re the asshole from yesterday.”
He folded his arms, taking a small bite out of a half-eaten, red apple. “You’ll have to elaborate on that.”
“Really?” She laughed sarcastically. “In the coffee shop? Your weird and incredibly rude speech when I asked for your name?”
He shrugged. “Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, yeah?” She repeated, expecting another snarky response which he suddenly held back on, something boiling up inside of her as a result of his inability to converse like a decent human being. Shaking her head, she tucked her book back into her bag and threw it over her shoulder, standing up and tightening her pony tail. He wasn’t even worth it.
“Can I help you with something?” She asked after a few seconds, folding her arms as he stood in front of her, much taller than she’d originally anticipated, showing no intention of moving out of the way.
“Actually, you’re in my spot.”
“I’m sorry, your spot?”
He nodded, squeezing past her and sitting down in the exact place she had previously been, finishing his apple with one more large bite and chucking the core onto the ground. The simple action made her cringe.
“Well, you were. Thanks.”
She furrowed her brows, glancing around in disbelief, her ponytail bouncing at the brisk movement. “I come here and read every single morning. I have never seen you. Not once. Are you just trying to irritate me?”
“Potentially,” he replied, prompting her to roll her eyes and drop her jaw ever so slightly. “But no, you’d have had a job seeing as I only actually moved here yesterday afternoon. Tell me, is your town slogan ‘the place people come to die?’ Because, if not, that was really a missed opportunity. I’d like credit for that one.”
Betty was speechless, this stranger who she had never met before yesterday already pushing buttons she didn’t even know that she had. He stretched his legs out, his scuffed combat boots perching on the concrete as he retrieved a pen and a notepad from his bag before throwing it onto the ground. He opened up to a page which had already been half-scribbled on and paused, craning his head to see that she was still standing, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.
“Can I help you with something?”
She groaned, abruptly turning on her heel and storming away as far out of sight as she could possibly get, shoving her hands into her pockets. How could someone possibly be so rude and self-entitled? She’d be damned if she let him take her morning spot away from her again. Once she had made it back towards the main road, she felt a text buzz through the material of her gloves, startling her ever so slightly as she began to lose herself in mental re-runs of her previous infuriating conversation.
Veronica: Party starts at 8 tonight. I’ll come over at 6 to get ready?
Betty: Ok. Enjoy your Saturday off. Think of me slaving away.
Veronica: Ha ha. Hopefully you won’t be serving any more black coffee today.
Betty: Funny you should say that. Guess who I just bumped into?
Locking her phone and rolling her eyes, she picked up the pace as a few raindrops started to bounce off of her cheeks. Her morning had already started off so horrendously, so, naturally, why wouldn’t the heavens open and make it just that little bit worse? She was still pretty riled up from her previous encounter with black-coffee-guy, whose name she still did not know, and had no interest in knowing, but when she made it into work, she painted on her favourite fake smile as she greeted Ethel and Kevin waiting for her behind the counter. All she knew was that she needed to shift her attention to serving customers and cleaning tables in order to take her mind off of not only that, but of Trev’s dead-fish-scented proposal, suddenly grateful for the busy Saturday shift that she usually so desperately despised.
How BTS Reacts to You Crying Because They're About to Leave For Tour
sure. Have fun reading it, and thanks for your request!~
BTS REACTING TO YOU CRYING BECAUSE THEY’RE LEAVING FOR THEIR TOUR
Jin: Jin wrapped his arms tightly around you. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll make sure to bring you snacks from every country we visit. I love you a lot, and you know very well that I do.” The tears still continued streaming down your face, even though Jin had you pressed tightly against his chest. He pulled away and pecked the tears from your face. “I’ll miss you so much, Y/N. I’ll make sure to keep you up to date via Kakao talk, and I’ll call you every evening and whenever I have time I’ll try skyping you, okay?” He held your face in his two hands, his thumbs stroking your velvety cheeks. You nodded and stood up on your toes to press your lips firmly against his. “I love you, Jin.” “I love you even more, my precious Y/N.~” (just imagine a jealous Namjoon standing in the back of this conversation, waiting for Jin so that they can leave. 😂)
Take an aspiring song writer, a rebellious high schooler, a sassy English teacher, a passionate painter and an adventurous tour guide. What’s the same in all of them? They’ve all just had their heart broken.
Heartbreak Hotel is a DAY6 angst one-shot collection with 5 members & 5 songs & 5 stories.
Obessive/Posessive behavior, Stalking, Invasion of Privacy, Sexual Content, …
▼Summary: Jang Hweji gets anonymous texts from her stalker secret admirer everyday. He claims he loves her and that he would do anything to please her. But yet he threatens her by saying that he’ll kill everyone she loves if she does one wrong move.
Guess who’s back, back again? Noelle’s back, tell a friend.
Okay yeah, I’m sorry for that. But I’m back! I have like 7 drafts just waiting to be posted. By the way, I’m still looking for a co-writer, so if you’re interested, message this blog. Also, send in your requests! I’ll go now and let you guys read this.
Requested: nope. I just liked this concept
Summary: based off of the song by Scott Helman. If you haven’t heard it, you can listen to it here. This also may or may not be based on an adventure I had with my best friend.
Warnings: some swearing and mentions of drinking
By the way, for any of you who aren’t Canadian, American or Puerto Rican, Pet Smart is a pet supply store. I believe it is called Pet Supermarket in Europe.
Also, there is mention of drinking at the end. Drink responsibly kiddos and please don’t drink if you’re underage.
Last little announcement, I promise. I’m Canadian. I spell certain words with a ‘u’ (p.ex.: favourite). Please don’t get mad in my inbox if you spell it differently.
“You are crazy! You can’t climb that, you’ll get us kicked out!” y/n said
“I am not crazy! Also, challenge accepted” Michael answered
“Michael I don’t care how hard you try, you are not Barney Stinson or Neil Patrick Harris.”
“You don’t get to tell me what I am! I am Barney Stinson IN THE FLESH y/n. And just because you said that I will climb this Pet Smart aisle and get us kicked out. And just to make matters worse for you I will do it all while singing Fergalicious by Fergie.”
“Okay firstly, you aren’t Barney Stinson, you can’t get laid for shit and you sure as hell can’t pull off a perfect week. Secondly, do I get to sing Fergalicious with you?”
“How dare you! I was gonna let you be my backup singer but then you said that. You only get to sing Fergalicious if you climb this shelf with me.”
“Oh fine. I will use my non-existent upper body strength to climb this shelf with you. But only because I want to sing Fergalicious.”
“Fergalicious is the best bait. We begin the climb on three, okay?”
“On three or after three?”
“On three! I just said that!”
“Aww, I love you too.”
Y/n started climbing before she even hit two, leaving a pissed off Michael on the ground of the Pet Smart.Y/n began to sing Fergalicious right after the word ‘go’ was uttered, forcing Michael to be her backup singer rather than Fergie herself (bless her soul).
“Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco. They want my treasure so they get their pleasure from my photo. You could see me, you can’t squeeze me. I ain’t easy, I ain’t sleazy.” y/n, who was already half way up the shelf, sung.
On the ground, Michael just rolled his eyes. Y/n got to the top of the shelf and threw down a dog bed to hit Michael in the face while yelling:
“Suck my dick, bitch”
“Rotostatic” He yelled back. It was their warning word.
The word they yelled to warn the other of nearby authority figures. They had used it since freshman year of high school. It was the name of the local carpet cleaner’s shop. His truck had passed them while they were climbing their school roof in the 9th grade. That word had helped them avoid expulsion so many times. That word was engraved on the inside of the gold heart shaped necklace Michael had gotten y/n the year they both turned 16. Many people would argue that engraving ‘rotostatic’ on a necklace ruins it but y/n loved it. The necklace is still being worn daily a year later.
As soon as the word left Michael’s mouth, y/n climbed down two shelves and jumped the remaining 4. Michael began pretending to look interested in the dog bed that had been thrown at him and y/n was doing the same, but with that bed’s competitor.
Whenever this type of thing happened, they pretended to be a couple debating two competing products. They had done this with creams, ribbon, protein powders, eggs (that was their favourite story to tell. How they got away with smashing eggs on each other’s heads in public), condoms, tampons, and now dog beds. They both thought it was pretty amazing.
An employee came to the aisle they were in and asked if everything was okay.
“Everything is perfect. The only problem is my wife and I seem to be disagreeing on which dog bed is better. What’s your opinion?” Michael answered. The employee let out a sigh and explained that the dog bed y/n was holding was of a better quality.
They thanked her and she walked away. She mumbled to her co-worker:
“I think they got a disease or something.” Her co-worker nodded along. Neither of them tried to make it subtle.
“Disease huh? Last time I checked, I only had you and you only had me.” Michael whispered to y/n
“Fuck ‘em. Also since when did we agree to bump me up from girlfriend to wife?” y/n answered as they made their way out of the store, both of them subtly flipping off the employees and hoping they would notice.
“Why are you complaining?” he shot back. He wrapped his hand around her shoulders and they made their way to their ride.
“Hey, Mike you remember that one time we went to PetSmart?”
“How could I forget? After all, we are banned now” He answered y/n’s question with a chuckle
That was nearly a year ago. Nowadays, Michael and y/n rarely ever have time to have crazy adventures like that one, but when they do, you sure as hell can bet they’ll do the stupidest thing you can imagine.
The only downside to that is that Michael is now famous, so everyone is on the lookout for his face. It makes doing borderline illegal things way more difficult.
“I miss that,” they both said at the same time. Once they realized what had happened, they were both laughing their asses off. They always thought they had some kind of telepathy and moments like those just confirmed their theory.
“Anyways, I got this tweet and it’s a link to the urban dictionary. Someone put our friendship on the site.” y/n said after they had both calmed down
“Damn that’s amazing! What does it say?” he answered
“A friendship where some days you shine and some days you rust. Reminiscent of y/n y/l/n and Michael Clifford’s friendship” y/n read off of her phone
“Is it just me or do I feel like they left out a meaning?”
“See I asked the person who tweeted this out that and they said they ‘couldn’t find a word for our kind of insane’ I find that to be quite stupid, to be honest”
“With me or with the tweet”
“That’s up to you to figure out”
“Aw I love you”
“I love you too you sick asshole. Wanna go do something borderline illegal?”
“Y/n you know I can’t do that. There’s gonna be paparazzi, we’ll get caught,” he said sympathetically
“Fine. Wanna get drunk while listening to Green Day?” she sighed