her face i cried

so I’m just saying….don’t imagine how Sana may bump into Yousef and he’ll smile at her and she’ll just show him her sad eyes and then walk past him…don’t think abt how Sana might skip a few days of school and in the meantime will probs email the bus group and tell them that she’s quitting but she won’t give any reason but her reason is bc she doesn’t wanna feel like a burden to them….don’t think abt Sana coming back to school and seeing the girl squad and the bus squad all laughing together and Noora looking back at Sana and waving at her and Sana turning around quickly and walking the other way…don’t think abt how upset Sana is with Elias and the other boys…don’t think about Sana running away for a bit and going to Evak house to stay over and when they ask what’s wrong she goes “I have nobody”…just don’t think abt any of these because I did and boy am I fucked up

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Part of me is like bring this bitch back because she’ll be going next week, I don’t fucking care. Regardless of what happened today, this week, whatever… I’m going to win. 

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 3)

Originally posted by bettytail

Part one here    Part two here

Requests: I love part 1 and 2 of The Fourth Musketeer!! Are you going to make a part 3?

Part 3 pls? For the four musketeers I’m really loving it.

WHERE IS FOURTH MUSKETEER PART 3 IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Ahhhhhhhhh, The fourth Musketeer series is sooooo good 😍😍 I can’t wait for part 3 😭💕

I need part 3 of 4m please

OMFG I NEED A PART 3 OF THE 4 MUSKETEERS !.!! Its SOO AMAZING

OMG I just read the second part of the Fourth Musketeer. It’s amazing!!! I already want more! Love your work darling ❤❤

More fourth musketeer please god 💖🙏

Part 3 of the Four Musketeers PLEASE, it’s so freaking good. It makes me feel all the feels and I’m in love with your writing

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Unplanned reunions never end well.

Warnings: I cried while writing this

Word count: 1,536

A/N: just a reminder to all, if you want to be added to my taglist please ask in my ask box! anywho wowow buckle your seatbelts for the emotional roller coaster that is part 3!! enjoy!!


(Y/N) obliviously stood at the counter in Pop’s, unaware of three sets of unwavering eyes staring at her.

“Should we… say something?” Betty suggested, but she didn’t shift her gaze from (Y/N).

“I don’t know,” Veronica breathed.  "I probably shouldn’t since she has no idea who I am.“

"I’ll do it,” Jughead stated.  Before Veronica or Betty could acknowledge what he said, Jughead had stood up and began to walk towards (Y/N).  The two girls shared a tentative glance.  "Long time no see, (Y/N),“ Jughead said from behind her.  She whirled around.

"Jughead,” she acknowledged him, her lips forming an awkward smile.  "It’s… nice to see you.“

"God it’s been so long,” Jughead sighed, stepping closer to (Y/N).  She tried to inconspicuously edge away.

“Yeah,” she nodded and pursed her lips.  Jughead was taken aback by her cold behavior.

“Does anyone else know you’re here?” he questioned.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Nope,” she answered simply, “just you.”

“And Betty,” Jughead added, gesturing back to where Veronica and Betty were sitting.  When they noticed (Y/N) was looking at them, they smiled and waved. (Y/N)’s focus turned back to Jughead.

“Who’s that with her?” she asked.

“Veronica,” he explained, “she moved here at the beginning of the year.”

“That’s nice,” another awkward smile formed on her lips.  Suddenly, a waiter brought out a bag of food.  (Y/N) grabbed the bag and quickly paid.  "Well, I’ve gotta get going. It’s been nice seeing you again, Jughead.“  She started to exit the diner, but Jughead quickly snatched her wrist.

"Wait!” he said, earning a questioning look from her.  "What about Archie?“

"What about Archie?” (Y/N) innocently repeated.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“You know,” he responded, “are you going to tell him you’re back?”

“Why should I?” (Y/N) scoffed.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because he’s fucking smitten with you and has been heartbroken for the past two years.  And if I’m not mistaken, you were pretty smitten yourself before you moved.” (Y/N) bit her lip as she shook her head.

“If he loved me, he would’ve called,” she rolled her eyes.

“What happened to you?” Jughead asked, scanning her face.  (Y/N) snapped her wrist out of his grip.

“Nothing happened, Jughead.”

“There’s another thing,” he noted.  "Since when have you called me Jughead?“

"My food is getting cold,” she made up an excuse.

“Archie said you changed your number.”  The sentence knocked the wind out of (Y/N), so she stood in silence as she stared at Jughead.

“I changed it,” she finally admitted it. “But that was a few months after I left.”

“Why?” he inquired.

“Because he didn’t call me,” she sighed.  "Even when I called him, he wouldn’t answer.“  Jughead furrowed his eyebrows.  (Y/N) shook her head as she left the diner.

She called over her shoulder, "Don’t tell Archie I’m back.”


“She expects you to not tell him?” Veronica questioned the next day at school.  Jughead shrugged.

“But I get it, you know?” Betty responded.  “She wants to be the one to tell him she’s back, not have someone do it on her behalf.”

“If she tells him,” Veronica reminded her.

“Listen, just… don’t tell him, okay?” Jughead told Veronica.  “I told (Y/N) I wouldn’t, and I don’t want to upset her.  She seemed kinda off yesterday.”

“So she’s not normally like that?” Veronica questioned with a hint of sarcasm.  Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Not when I knew her.”


“Okay, so (Y/N)’s gotta have some flaws, right?” Veronica asked Archie as she sat across from him in the lounge.  He narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he confusedly mumbled.  “Why are you asking about (Y/N)?”

“Well, Archiekins,” Veronica bit her lip, “you’ve seemed more down ever since Jughead’s party.  I figured it was something having to do with (Y/N).  I’m asking you about her flaws because right now, it seems like you’re kind of glorifying her in your memories, you know?  Since she hasn’t been around, you only want to remember the good parts of her.”

“I don’t know,” Archie waved off her suggestion.  “I really don’t want to talk about her.”

“But you have to,” Veronica immediately replied.  “Betty, Jughead, and Kevin told me about her and how you absolutely refused to mention her after she moved.”

“It’s a coping method,” he defended himself.  She shook her head.

“It’s unhealthy.”

“Veronica, stop!” Archie yelled, exasperatedly throwing his hands up in the air.  “You know why I can’t tell you any of (Y/N)’s flaws?  Because I love her.  And when you love someone, when you truly love someone, their flaws aren’t something you notice.  Their flaws are just another cute quirk that you adore, and I love everything there is about (Y/N).”  A smile creeped onto Veronica’s face, causing Archie to twist his face into a puzzled expression.  “What?”

“You love her,” she grinned, but Archie remained confused. “You love her, Archiekins.  Not loved, love.”  Archie rolled his eyes, but it didn’t hide his growing smile. Veronica stood up, brushing down her pencil skirt.  “My job here is done.  Keep an eye on your phone, Archiekins.  I’m gonna send you a very important message soon.”


An extremely confused Archie walked into Pop’s, and he continued to double check the text that Veronica sent him:

Go to Pop’s tonight.  Trust me.

She said nothing about meeting her there, nor did she mention anything about what he was supposed to do at the diner.  He scanned the area, searching for a familiar face.  His eyes landed on a face that was more familiar than he expected.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, staring at the girl sitting all alone in a booth.  She, having not heard Archie’s murmur, continued to stare at her phone. “(Y/N)!”  Archie said it louder this time, and (Y/N)’s head snapped up. Her eyes doubled in size as she stared at her old childhood friend.  Slowly, she stood up and began to walk towards Archie.

“Archie?” she asked, stepping closer to him with an unreadable expression on her face.  He grinned and nodded.

“Oh god, (Y/N), I thought I’d never see you again.  I thought that-” A sharp slap across his face interrupted him.  Archie’s mouth opened slightly ajar as he stared at (Y/N), subdued into shock.

“Fuck you, Archie,” she spat.  Archie noticed tears glimmering in her eyes.  “No calls, no texts, no emails, nothing!  Absolutely nothing!”

“(Y/N), I-”

“And you act like you’re the victim,” she interrupted him, refusing to grant him the chance to defend himself.  “You told Jughead and Betty that I changed my number?  And you didn’t mention that I called you countless times, only for you to never answer.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he apologized, slowly grabbing her hands.  She didn’t tear them away from his grip, but Archie could feel her muscles tense.  “You know why I didn’t answer your calls?  Because it hurt.  It hurt because I thought I’d never see you again, and I thought that if I heard your voice, it would just make the pain worse.  I thought that maybe if I didn’t talk to you, if I pretended like you never existed, then maybe I could move on.”

“You think it didn’t hurt me?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice cracking as she held back her tears.  “You think it didn’t hurt every time I called my best friend but never got an answer?  You think it didn’t hurt when I was alone with my parents in a big city with no one to turn to?  You think it didn’t hurt when I couldn’t call for help when I needed it?”  Her voice gradually raised as she spoke.  Archie released (Y/N)’s hands, and instead, he opted to cup her face.  He leaned in and did something he had been dying to do for the past four years: he kissed her.  Archie tried to pour every ounce of love he had for (Y/N) into the kiss, he tried to tell her the things he was unable to say.  However, (Y/N) pulled away.  She took a step away from Archie as she frowned at him, her tears finally stumbling down her face.

“Why did you do that?” she cried softly.

“Because I love you,” Archie desperately answered.  He attempted to reach out towards her and hold her in his arms, but (Y/N) stepped further away.  “I love you, and I have always loved you.  I never got the chance to tell you.”

“You can’t do that to me,” she tried to wipe away her tears, but they were flowing too quickly.  “You can’t just barge in here and confess your love after you completely ignored me!”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), it was stupid and selfish of me, but-”

“But nothing!” she stopped his apology.  (Y/N) brushed past Archie as she began to storm out of the diner, but before she could exit, Archie grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn around.

“One thing, (Y/N). Can you please just answer one question for me?” he begged.  (Y/N) pursed her lips but nodded.  “Do you love me?”

“Archie, you can’t just-”

“Please, (Y/N),” his voice was meek and desperate.  She sighed, but slowly nodded.

“Of course,” she whispered. She gently wriggled her hand out of his grasp and exited the diner, leaving a heartbroken Archie behind.

Part four here     Part five here

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anonymous asked:

Okay angstyy anon here. How about "please talk to me" with injured/hurt ladybug? Thank you!

(Thanks to @edendaphne @hchano and @midnightstarlightwrites for helping me brainstorm this one!) 

Ladybug cradled her arm to her chest and bit back a sob of pain.

It had been a mistake.

She should have been smart, she should have waited for Chat to arrive. He was the melee fighter, not her. As much as it killed her sometimes to watch him dive in head first, there was no denying that there was a logic to their partnership. He was designed to take the brunt of the damage while she was supposed to be the attacker.

She had never really put a lot of thought into how much protection the suit could give her. She had never needed to before.

She heard the hurried sound of footsteps darting into the alley behind her, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to run away.

“Ladybug!”

She would know that voice anywhere. He was the reason she was cowering here in the first place.

“Ladybug are you ok?” Adrien said, his breath coming hard and fast from his sprint to chase after her.

She didn’t say anything, tears trailing down her cheeks as she continued to clutch at her injured arm.

She was a failure.

The footsteps stopped and she could feel him drop to the ground behind her.

“Ladybug?” Adrien said again, placing his hand hesitantly on her shoulder.

A choked sob of pain, and exhaustion, and shame forced its way out of her throat and she huddled down further. He shouldn’t see her like this. No one should ever see her like this. She was supposed to be a hero, not a sad, broken girl who literally almost let her infatuation get her killed.

She felt Adrien pull his hand back as if he had been burned, and then hear him shift around so that he was kneeling in front of her.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he said tenderly, “it’s going to be ok.” He reached up and gently brushed her bangs away from her face and she couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze. His smile was kind and calm, but his eyes shone with worry. “Please,” he begged softly, “talk to me.”

“Adrien,” she sobbed, sagging forward into his arms.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he soothed, holding he;2r loosely so as not to jostle her injury. “How badly are you hurt, do you need to go to a hospital?”

She shook her head, seeking comfort in his embrace. “No, I can’t. The Akuma-”

“Can wait,” he interrupted. “What matters right now is are you ok?” He pulled away from her slightly, his hands coming to cradle her face.

“I’m… I’m ok, but I think my arm is broken.”

He nodded pulling off his overshirt and wrapping it around her to make a makeshift sling.

“Don’t drop your transformation, it will be worse for you if you do. Luckily it will all be good as new once you use your powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the akuma back to you.”

“I need to call Chat,” she said fumbling for her yo-yo, but Adrien grabbed her hand and held her still.

“He already knows, just relax. We need to get you somewhere safer than this.”

A fresh round of tears burned down her cheeks.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his tee-shirt.  

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do I failed!”

“What are you talking about? You are a hero, you saved me.”

“And I was so caught up in trying to impress you that I almost got myself killed! Or worse! I could have lost my miraculous! And now I don’t even know if I can fight. I’m letting down everyone! You, Chat-”

“Hey,” he interrupted, “you haven’t let down anyone. Least of all me.”

She let out a small gasp as he wiped the tears away from her eyes. She felt herself flush under the weight of his smile, his thumbs reverently tracing along her cheeks.

“You… you were trying to impress me?” he asked breathlessly.

“I… well I…” the words died in her throat as he leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers, “yes,” she whispered.

“Why would you do that?” he murmured, his lips pausing just a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Because.. Because I-” she leaned in the rest of the way. Everything faded except for the glorious sensation of his mouth moving against hers, his hands still cupping her face, holding her as if terrified that she would disappear. He tasted like chocolate and mint and cream, like a rich drink that you just want to savor as it warms you. He nibbled hesitantly on her lower lip and she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of him. He pressed forward, one arm wrapping around her back and she broke away with a cry of pain, her arm trapped between them.

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, awkwardly petting her upper arm. “This problem isn’t the right time for… well…” he coughed, his face going scarlet.

He stood and helped her to her feet as well. “We should get you someplace safe and deal with that akuma.” He began leading her out of the alley and back towards the main street towards a familiar cafe. He put an arm around her shoulder and she couldn’t resist leaning her head against him as he guided her into the small shop. It wasn’t until he was settling her down into a chair by the shops fire, the various staff and patrons whispering excitedly at her presence, that his words actually registered.

“I thought you said Chat was dealing with the akuma?” she asked, confused.

“He’s been a little preoccupied,” Adrien laughed nervously, “but I think it’s time he got to work on fetching a butterfly for you, don’t you think My Lady?”

“Adrien?” she gasped, eyes going wide as she stared at him.

He smiled- wide, and happy, and just a little sheepish. He brought her fingertips to his lips and gave them a delicate kiss.

“We’ll talk when I get back,” he said with a wink, the turned and hurried out.

Night Serpent

Betty shook her peacoat off, dropping it on the bed beside her, her body was still on fire, the adrenaline from what could have been was still racing as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he had said he loved her, he had almost made love to her, but no.. nothing ever went smoothly in Betty Coopers life.

Jughead Jones had just committed to being part of one of the most dangerous gangs in all of Riverdale, he had slid that jacket on right in front of her, solidifying his choice with no more than a surprised glance in her direction. Had he forgotten she was there? Had he forgotten everything that had just happened? It didn’t matter to him so why should it matter to her, was everything he said a lie? He didn’t love her, he appreciated her support, he needed someone to lean on.

“You’re unlovable Betty Cooper” she hissed at herself, her fingers digging into her palms as she nearly ran her feet into the ground, moving across the room repetitively.

“I beg to differ.”

The familiar voice took her by surprise and she stopped dead, staring at the boy leaning against her window, a nervous smile on his face and that damn jacket still snug on his back.

“You have to go.” She said icily, her bare arms crossing “you can’t be here, not wearing that.” She turned her back to him, ashamed of the tears that sprung to her eyes.

“Betty” he whispered, coming to stand behind her, his hands clutching her upper arms before she ripped herself out of his embrace

“Serpent slut” she hissed “that’s what I am now right? I’m just some gang members play toy, you love me Jughead? How could you do this? Our relationship… it can’t be a thing. You know that”

She pushed him away, but he was quicker pulling her back into his chest. Betty shoved and struggled but he wouldn’t let go until she was slumped, angry tears streaming down her face as her fingers clutched the leather jacket
“I love you” she cried “I love you”

Jughead gripped her face with both hands
“I love you so much. I have to do this, for myself.. for us” he pleaded, his own eyes red rimmed.

“There can’t be an us juggie” she whispered tiredly, her fingers splayed on his chest.

He shook his head quickly
“Yes there can. There will be. I’m not losing you, I’ve lost so much, we can make this work. It’s temporary, I just.. I have to do this” he said finally, his eyes begging her to understand, his grip on her cheeks tight.

Betty pulled away for a moment, her hair was a mess and her eyes were worried, he felt the sudden desire to rock her in his arms to show her that he was still Jughead, that he was still the boy who had held her only hours ago, declared his love for her, got to see her undress.

“I’m still me.” He said softly, his hands reaching out for hers but she was too far away. She stared down at his hands for a moment before releasing a breath.

“You could get hurt.” She looked up “they could hurt you, you saw what it did to your dad, what he became.” She whispered

jughead shook his head adamantly
“No. that’s not me. I won’t be him, I won’t be him because…” he looked around frantically for some kind of reason, some kind of answer

“Because you have me”

his eyes snapped back to Betty’s as she moved Closer to him, her hands coming to lay on his chest again.
“You have me and I won’t let you drown, I won’t lose you either. Not so long ago you told me I was holding my family together, I was the reason we wouldn’t fail. But Jughead.. you’re holding me together , you can’t let go.” She dropped her forehead to his and his hands moved to grip her hips almost painfully tight

“ i won’t, never” he promised, his eyes squeezing shut as he held the love of his life in his arms.

They were going to be okay, they had to.

Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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anonymous asked:

Omg your writing style is amazing! No. 6 with stan and Ford? Could Stan be the one who is in danger?

“Don’t you die on me!” Ford looked down at Stan with a pained, terrified gaze as he carried his brother towards the nearest hospital. God, he wished that his translator could decipher the Spanish words printed across the street signs. Normally, under less tense conditions, he could probably decipher some meaning out of the signs, but his brain was in overdrive and the only one who was fluent was Stanley, who had his eyes tightly shut in pain.

“Stop overreactin’, Ford,” Stan said, a small, helpless laugh trailing his words. “It’s just a cut.”

“Just a cut?” Ford parroted, his eyes drawn momentarily to the eight inch incision that crawled across his brother’s abdomen, a dark, foreboding red colour seeping in through his white undershirt. “You’re nearly eviscerated!”

“I’ve had worse.” Was the response and Ford suddenly knew what it felt like to have those words thrown at him.

“Gotta say though,” Stan continued, a dry smile picking at the corners of his lips. “Never been shot in the knee before. That’s a new one.”

Guilt, slimy and oily, boiled in Ford’s stomach and a hysterical laugh rose from his throat. “You say that like it’s something to be proud of.”

When Stan winced slightly, Ford knew that he had said the wrong thing, but goddammit his brain just wouldn’t fucking function. He was running down a dirt path at night, the lights of the city seemingly getting further and further away with each torturous step he took, with his brother cradled in his arms, bleeding and nearing delirium. The tropical brush that surrounded them was no longer enticing and interesting as now they both knew who dwelled there.

The pair had gone to visit San Andres a few days ago, booking a room in a hotel that was set right on the edge of a tropical forest-well, inside the jungle was a bit more fitting- and only about a mile from the Caribbean Sea. Ford had done some research on the folklore and the creatures that were said to inhabit the island and the nearby forests. Of course he had been interested.

He brought Stan with him –always your fault, he reminded himself as he made another turn at a road he couldn’t read- and they wandered blindly into the hands of trouble.

Stan had seen them first and he turned around, staring at Ford with a look that could only be panic. He muttered a pair of names, Hispanic origin for sure, but Ford didn’t catch them before a voice from beyond the brush shouted, “¡Alli alli! ¿Recuerde le; el mentiroso?”

“¿Cúal?”

“Nunca olvido una cara. Sígueme.”

Stan ran off like a bolt, stumbling past the brush and the trees with Ford just a few steps behind them.

Ford tried to ask Stan who those people were and why he was so scared of them, but Stan just shook his head and kept running.

The crunch of earth under Ford’s own boots drowned out the sounds of more crunching foliage to the sides of him.

There was a loud pop- a gunshot- and Stan yelped, tripping and falling into the brush. One of the mysterious men had gotten to Stan before Ford could, the pair much closer than Ford had thought. The blade glinted threateningly in the dying sunlight and he struck at Stan, a split second before Ford barreled into him, throwing the body into the foliage.

A blur; that was the only phrase Ford could use to describe the moments after that. A few more shots, none of them hitting- well, none of theirs- before the forest settled into its natural silence.

He can’t remember what he said or did; all he knew was that he was trekking in the thinning jungle, towards civilization with a bleeding brother in his arms.

“Yeah, well,” Stan murmured, his voice snapping Ford back to reality. “We just can’t manage to stay out of trouble, can we?”

Before Ford could answer, Stan nodded his head towards the side, his eyes just barely open. “Hospital’s that’a way.”

“How-“

“I’ve been here Ford, remember? Been in that hospital more times than I’d like to admit.” Then, he laughed. “I’m kinda a veteran.”

Ford sighed shakily, hearing a faint, shrill bird cry in the distance. Ford distantly hoped that that bird cry wasn’t something of La Llorona.

He turned the way Stan had gestured to and saw the white building piercing through the thinning trees, just a few minutes away.

“When you get out of this,” Ford panted. “You’re spilling.”

“Heh,” Stan smirked. “Figured you’d say that.”

Short Writing Prompts (no longer taking these, but here’s the link for it!)

2

Imagine Being Snowed In With Natasha

For @sailover2

“Ready to wrap up this mission Agent Romanoff?” you ask as you shove your clothes into a suitcase.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible Agent (Y/L/N),” she says and places a hand on your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the casual touch and stand up straighter. “We won’t be able to get to extraction with this weather.” You glance out the window and nearly swear at the sight. Snow is coming down hard and covering everything.

“Solid point,” you huff. “I’ll call Agent Coulson and update him.”

“No let me,” she insists and squeezes your shoulder in a comforting manner. You give a wordless nod and she saunters out. As soon as she’s gone you let out a sigh and swear under your breath.

This isn’t good, this mission was only supposed to be a few days and if it in anyway endangers your getting home for Christmas you’ll throw a fit, or your daughter will.

Angrily you toss your clothes back into the drawers and flop on your bed. Across the room sits Natasha’s bed and her drawers.

You had to share a small shitty apartment for your intel mission.

“Agent Coulson says he’ll get us out as soon as he can,” Romanoff reports and strides back into the room. “Until then he says ‘have fun.’” She casually reclines on her bed and grins at you. A grin you’ve rarely seen, a grin that makes your heart flip flop.

You’ve been crushing on Agent Romanoff a long time, how could you not she is the epitome of a flawless human being. You disregard her past as you do everyone else’s. To you it doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, what only matters is who you are now.

“If we’re gonna be spending down time together you have got to stop acting so professional,” she remarks and you stiffen.

You’ve always kept to yourself and never really developed a solid relationship with any of your coworkers. The high level agents all seem to be very close so when you got promoted there just didn’t seem to be room for you. However that didn’t stop you from crushing on the Black Widow from afar.

“You can start by calling me Natasha,” she suggests and you nod.

“I can do that if you call me (Y/N),” you counter, surprisingly composed.

“Deal (Y/N).”

~~~

“Tell me what is the mysterious (Y/N) all about? What are her secrets?” Natasha drawls playfully and drapes herself over the beat up couch. You try not to let yourself overthink the question or the look she’s giving you and clear your throat.

“There isn’t much to know. Unlike you and the other high level agents I don’t have a backstory or a puzzling past. I joined Shield to protect my family and that’s all,” you reply attempting to be casual.

“Hmm.”

“I just barely got promoted,” you joke sardonically and she frowns.

“You earned this promotion (Y/N). You deserve it just as much as the rest of us. Just because you weren’t brought in or you don’t have some special power doesn’t mean you are any less deserving to be a high level agent.” Her words are sincere and touching and her expression is authentic. You sigh and smile thankfully.

“Thanks Natasha, I’m glad to be here with you,” you admit and she grins.

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else,” she returns.

You can feel your face heat up at the remark though you know it’s only friendly.

You have to keep reminding yourself this is only friendly.

~~~

Christmas morning comes around and you’re still stuck with Natasha Romanoff in a shitty apartment. You can’t even call your daughter to top it all off.

At least Natasha and you have been getting along amazingly. You’ve really gotten to know her in the past few days.

You awake Christmas morning to a red haired spy instead of you (Y/H/C) daughter.

~~~

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” She pauses and frowns slightly. “That is if you celebrate Christmas.”

“I do so thank you, and Merry Christmas right back at you,” you reply and yawn. “What’s the plan today?”

“Well because it’s Christmas I pulled some strings, threatened some people, and got Shield to play purchasing any movies we want on the tv and the people next door lent me some ingredients to make an actual breakfast.”

“Nat that is wonderful! You are the best and I’ll love you till the end of time,” you hush and throws your arms around her pulling her into a hug.

It’s only a minute later do you realize what you’ve said and what you’ve done.

Before you can panic she chuckles and hugs you back.

“You know I’ve never gone from "Agent Romanoff and yes ma'am” to Nat and hugs in under two weeks before,“ she remarks and you pull away with a blush colored ok your cheeks.

"So-”

“Before you apologize I also snagged some mistletoe from the neighbors,” she confesses and holds up the plant with a sheepish look. “If I recall the rules correctly you-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips to hers on a whim. She kisses you back, much to your relief.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathe out after you pull away for air.

“You’re saying I didn’t need the mistletoe? What a waste of a creative threat,” she teases and you giggle.

In that moment you have no worries or cares. It takes about five minutes for your stressors to return; you have a daughter, you’re missing Christmas with your daughter, and Natasha doesn’t know about your daughter.

~~~

You don’t get a chance to tell Natasha about (Y/D/N) and before you know it the extraction team is arriving and you’re being sent home.

~~~

“Natasha there’s something you should know about me,” you blurt out. She raises an eyebrow and eyes the taxi driver.

“Should this be a private conversation?”

“Maybe I just need to get it out there before-” you stop short upon realizing the cab is already parking in front of your home. “Before we get here.”

“What is it (Y/N)?” she inquires, a concern look is etched on her face.

“I-I-uh maybe I should just show you,” you stammer and open the cab door. As soon as you step out your little girl comes stumbling out of the house with her nanny trailing behind.

“Momma!” she cheers and runs right into your awaiting arms.

“Oh my baby girl I missed you so much! Oh I’m so sorry I missed Christmas! I love you so much,” you ramble and hold your four year old close.

“I missed you,” (Y/D/N) cries and buries her face in your neck.

“I know baby I missed you too,” you say and lean back to see her face. She’s staring right behind you at Natasha who’s gaping.

“Who’s that?” You turn around and carry your daughter closer to Natasha.

“This is Natasha, she’s my very very close friend,” you answer carefully. You don’t want to tell your daughter girlfriend in case it doesn’t last. “Natasha this is (Y/D/N) my daughter.”

Natasha pauses for a horrible second, and you dread her reaction, but then gives a wide smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you (Y/D/N),” she greets. “I’m very sorry to have kept your momma over Christmas, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” (Y/D/N) announces after a careful moment of deliberation.

“Thank you very much!” Natasha’s whole demeanor has altered for your daughter.

Your daughter starts wiggling so you let her down and she immediately starts rooting around in your luggage.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you apologize. “I need to keep (Y/D/N) so the less people that know about her the better…and I was scared.”

“It is okay, I understand (Y/N),” Natasha assures and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You do?”

“Of course, some things you keep secret to protect, I get that.”

“Are we still gonna-are we-can we?” you stutter incoherently.

“We can date yes, I’ll kiss you right now if that’s okay with you?” You glance at your daughter who’s watching with wide eyes and nod. Natasha grins and kisses you tenderly.

“Ew mom gross!” (Y/D/N) exclaims and covers her eyes. Both you and Natasha chuckle while (Y/D/N) runs in circles while making faces.

This could be really amazing.

5

Do you remember the last thing I said to you?

Scarlet Rose (Part One)

TITLE: Scarlet Rose
WORD COUNT: 2209
PAIRING: Gaston x OC
Warnings: None.. I think

A/N: Wow… the response on this is amazing and I’ve only just posted the Sneak! Here’s the full part one as promised! ((Also, for those who are wondering, Gaston will be coming in on either chapter two or three!)) -Author, Arianna


¤

Halls echoed with laughter, music, and the sounds of people’s shoes clanking on the tile floors of the ballroom as they danced. The music… it was my favorite part of these parties my brother always held. Everytime I would sit inside the attic, listening to the music below me with my eyes closed. The sounds took me away to another place- just like the books that sit on my lap. To another world, somewhere where my worries leave me. Somewhere free of responsibility, troubles. Although it was always too good to be true. Like every good thing, it has to come to an end.
“Madame?” A familiar woman’s voice called at the other end of the door, knocking.
“Come in.” I called from my place at the bed, closing the book I was reading and placing it on my lap. A copy of The Twelfth Night, written by one of my favorite writers. The great William Shakespeare.
In came Mrs. Potts and her small son beside her, Chip. I smiled at their company. Unlike everyone else, I was rather fond of the house help here. They were almost like family.
“Hello, Mrs. Potts. Chip.” I said, standing to come and meet them, smoothing out the wrinkles in my simple dress’ skirt.
“Hello, princess!” Chip said with a smile as he wandered around my room, which I didn’t mind.
“Oh, goodness, dearie.” Mrs. Potts said once she saw me. She frowned slightly, her brows creasing “You haven’t even gotten ready and the party has already started!”
I sighed and ran a hand through my untied hair “Who said I was planning to go?”
Mrs. Potts sighed
“If I were a prince, I’d go to every single party!” Chip told me with a big grin
I chuckled and ruffled his hair “I’m sure you would, Chip.”
“Your brother is downstairs, already dancing, expecting you to come down any minute now.” Mrs. Potts told me
I scoffed and rolled my eyes “My ‘darling’ brother the great Prince Adam!” I said sarcastically “Don’t make me laugh. All he has in his mind is himself, how beautiful he looks, and all the beautiful company he keeps with him inside.”
“Now, Princess!” Mrs. Potts chided sternly “Your brother is many things, but he is not vain at heart.” She sighed gently and looked at me with that motherly look in her eye “The entire castle knows how hard your mother’s death has been on the both of you-”
Those words made me tense and sucked in a breath. My mother, the only one I’ve only ever felt close to. After she died, a part of the castle went with her. The real joy in Adam’s eyes, the old look in the face of my father whenever my mother would smile. Nothing has ever been the same. My father… he changed into something I couldn’t even recognize. Slowly, my brother started to change as well. Every bit of him, starting to turn into the man who stole our childhood. With our mother fell the happiness we once loved so dearly. Everytime I’m reminded of her, her last words to me repeat over and over…
“All I want is for you to be happy, my daughter…” She had told me, her eyes soft as if preparing to slumber. Her voice was no louder than a whisper. “Never should you have to follow in anyone’s footsteps… live the life you were meant to live, not the one they tell you that you were born to. Be free to do your will, and be free to love…”
With that, she smiled one final time and her eyes closed, with her breathing slowly pulling to a stop. Beside her bed, I cried. Tears flowed down my face as she died. That was only the beginning of it all.
“Adam has changed.” I said “But… as much as I hate to admit it, he is my brother.”
“And he is expecting you to make an appearance in his party.” Mrs. Potts said
“A party focused on himself and those who he finds ‘beautiful’.” I said with a snort
Mrs. Potts sighed and shook her head “Everyone can change. All he needs is a chance to open his eyes.”
“Help him.” I said and she nodded
For a while, I debated with myself. Family is always something we cannot escape. Whether we like them or not, we have to live with them. Its just a matter of treating them as a burden, or a gift.
“You’re lucky to be able to have a brother.” Chip told me
Strangely, it came to me that he was right. Even with all his flaws.
“Mrs. Potts?”
“Yes, dearie?”
“Thank you.”
She smiled “You’re very welcome, madame.”
“Now, if you don’t mind… can you help me with finding something the people would call decent for a party?”
¤
“Well, well, look who finally decided to join the party!”
With my brother’s voice, everyone suddenly turned to face me. I was standing by the doorway of the ballroom, just having entered and was commited to staying undetected. You can see how well that plan worked out for me. The second I stepped inside, my brother spotted me.
My dress was fitting, loose and flowing at my legs. The fabric was dark blue, a veil of silver fabric placed ontop of the midnight blue, making it sparkle like the night sky. It was far more fancier than anything I usually wore coming from my closet, but Mrs. Potts insisted. If I were supposed to be a princess at the ball, then I should’ve looked the part.
Women who were considered “physically attractive” were dancing in the middle of the ballroom, my brother was in the middle, looking like he always did. Handsome- but the makeup on his face covered most of his natural features. Luckily, I had managed to avoid such fate.
“My darling sister,” Adam said, making his way towards me and turning towards the crowd
“Princess-”
“Adam,” I warned. My name was not something I was very fond of. In my perspective, I name holds many things. My past, my origin, what I was born to be. I also believe that I should not let it define me.
“Princess Scarlettina Duerre of France!” Adam said, making me groan internally.
His voice echoed throughout the halls and it made me flinch when my older brother wrapped his arm around my shoulders. What I wouldn’t give to be in the library right now. The crowd applaused, making me want to hide. Anywhere but here. But, for the sake of my brother and the image of my family, I forced a smile at the crowd. If father were here, I’m sure he’d call me a disappointment.
“Ah, I hate you.” I whispered to my brother, still trying to keep my smile on
Adam only chuckled as he too kept his smile “Love you too, little sister.”
My narcissistic, proud, annoying, untolerable, pain in the-
The music started again and the next dance started.
“Care to dance?” A man offered
I looked at the man and like everyone else, he was a handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes.
I looked at him strangely, raising an eyebrow “And you are?”
“Elijah, your majesty.” The man told me with what other girls would call a charming smile. I, for one, was not swooned so easily.
“I’m not much of a dancer, monsieur.” I told him
“Nonsense, you’re fine with your two left feet.” Adam told me. Its a miracle how he can be both teasing and speaking his mind at the same time.
“Go on and dance.”
“Adam,” I warned. The only thing that came out of my mouth was his name but it spoke more than just one sentence. I wanted to say that this wasn’t right, separating those who he thought were appealing to the eye from everyone else. France will be doomed to a reign of stereotypes if he doesn’t stop. As usual, my voice was faltered as the music started.
“May I?” The man- Elijah- said, bowing and holding out a hand
I let out a small sigh “I suppose.”
Adam was right about one thing. I had two left feet. As I danced with Elijah, the only thing that came to my mind was not to trip of step on his foot. Maybe i was overreacting. I wasn’t the worst dancer in France- but I wasn’t perfect either. I took comfort in the fact that royalty like me can still be a bit humane. Although, I wished more would do the same. At the same time, I tried to enjoy myself. Still, as the song ended, I couldn’t help but feel relieved.
“Your majesty.” Elijah kissed my hand and I curtsied, just like how I was taught to. And like that, he was on his way.
“He’d make a brilliant suitor.” Adam, who was standing in the corner, leaning against a pillar, arms crossed and smirking told me
“No.” I said immediately
He chuckled and walked over “Why not?”
“Too soon, I’m not ready, I’ve only just met him-” I listed
“Alright, alright.” He said, hands raised in a joking surrender “But you’re going to have to get married someday.”
“Why? Who says I have to?” I asked with a raised eyebrow
“Its the inevitable thing about being royalty.” Adam told me with an eyeroll “Getting married is about as planned for you as you getting your crown.”
I froze “What?”
“Its father’s will before dying- amongst other things.” Adam straightened and looked at me “You are to be crowned as princess.”
The color from my face instantly faded. No… it couldn’t be. As if my life was as planned out enough. A crown on my head and I loose my freedom. Freedom to escape the castle walls, freedom to do what I want, freedom to choose for myself, freedom to love…
“No.”
“What?” Adam said, frowning at me
“I’m not ready to take the crown!” I told him, louder than I had expected. It caused many eyes to turn at us, but neither Adam or I cared.
“You’re being childish.” He told me
“And you’re being as ridiculous as you’ve always been!” I countered “You can’t choose everything for me like I’m some simple house pet! You’re not looking out for me- you’re just doing what YOU think is best for yourself!”
Anger was written all over Adam’s face. He’s always been short tempered. And yet, he was trying to keep it contained
“You’re a child who doesn’t know what the world has in store.” He growled
“I am no child!” I spat “How would you know? All you ever think about is yourself!”
“Then what do you want?!”
“A life to live where nobody tells me what to do! Adventure and freedom- something you will never understand!”
“Then leave!”
Those words brought silence into the halls. Nobody said one word. The music had stopped and everyone turned to stare. Even I was taken aback, but I was too angry to notice that I took a step back.
Suddenly, Adam’s face softened as if he realized what he had just said.
“Oh Mon Dieu,” He said, his voice much softer “I’m sorry- I didn’t know-”
“You never know. I heard you loud and clear.” I said, scowling “I’ll leave.”
“Sis-”
Without another word, I bolted out of the room and didn’t stop. Adam and the other servants called out at me, but i still didn’t stop running as a tear fell down my cheek
There is no place for me here, I thought bitterly
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me towards the stables. Away from the other horses was my black stallion, Arion.
“Hey there, bud.” I ran a hand down his neck, choking back a sob “Want to take a ride?”
¤
Arion burst through the stables and through the courtyard, no one daring to stop me. My horse was the fastest in the stable. I didn’t dare to stop even as the gates of the castle were behind me.
Where was I going? I didn’t care as long as I could get away from all of this.
Suddenly, behind me, there was a loud bang in the castle. I pulled back Arion’s reigns forcing him to stop and turn. A golden light burst forth from the ballroom and suddenly it disappeared, so did the music and the sounds and the lights. Fear was like a dagger forcing itself into my chest. I suddenly thought of what had happened and forced Arion to ride back. But the ground underneath us started to turn into ice, casing Arion to buckle
“Easy, boy.” I said, softly, running a hand down his neck to calm him, but even I was bewildered. Somehow winter was spreading- in the middle of spring. My head started to get lighter for some strange reason.
“Arion, ride!” I yanked on his reigns and Arion took off again. At that time I wasn’t sure which direction I was going until Arion slipped on the ice. It sent us spiraling and I hit the ground… hard.
The entire world turned black.

Sweater Weather

Authors Note: This Jared Leto one shot was requested by an anon and it’s inspired by my jam Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood! Loved doing this one and thanks for the request lovely. I hope you enjoy. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Smut, Jared’s POV

“ Heyy could I request a Jared Leto fic based on the song Sweater Weather by the Neighbourhood pretty please? No hard feelings if this isn’t your cup of tea though. Love your writing too much <3″ -Anon (Thanks for compliments love! I truly appreciate it!)


The sunlight was blinding as I walked along the beach. Sand slipping between my toes and I absolutely hated it. My brother was insanely determined to hit this spot since we found out we had some time off from the tour. I watched as him and the others run for the waves yelling and laughing. When I went to join, there she was. A sight to see. Her face. Her hair. Every little detail that I could see from where I stood was breathtakingly remarkable.

I straightened the mess of my hair quickly before walking towards her and her friends. Halfway there, one of them called out to Shannon and they moved towards the water. But she turned to me. A smile racing across her lips as she shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Her high waisted shorts displaying these legs that I wouldn’t mind wrapped around my waist. But the way that her hips swayed when she walked over to me was art in its own fashion.

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Title: Fire Saftey Part 1

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!

Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.

She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.

Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.

Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.

There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.

Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.

Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.

Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
°°°°°°
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.

“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.

“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”

I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.

“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.

“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.

As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.

I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.

I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”

She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”

I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.

Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.

The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.

“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.

The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”

Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”

I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.

He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”

I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”

“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.

“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”

“Sure, thank you for coming out.”

“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.

When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nuffin’.”

“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”

For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.

It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.

That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.

Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”

She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.

“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.

She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”

My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.

“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.

“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.

I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.

“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.

“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”

She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
°°°°°°
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.

As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.

I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”

“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”

I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.

“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”

Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”

The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”

Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”

She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”

Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”

“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”

“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”

He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”

“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”

“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”

Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”

Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”

“Yes sir,”

Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.

I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.

“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”

“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.

“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.

I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”

“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”

“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.

Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”

I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”

Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”

I nodded.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”

“That’s understandable,”

We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.

“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”

“What’s that?”

“You are very beautiful,”

I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.

Patrick laughed.

He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.

He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”

“Oh I don’t-”

“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”

I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”

“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.

“Eleanor Rose Lail!” I smiled, but scolded.

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sowwie,”

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Her phantasmic face I can not sustain,
Transiently I see her sparkling blue eyes
Among the countless drops of April rain.

Though with great effort I try to maintain
This mindful state to discern truth from lies,
Her phantasmic face I can not sustain.

I strain my eyes peering, peering in vain,
Hoping to see her materialize
Among the countless drops of April rain.

Alas, her mirage’s ways remain arcane;
Her illusion immune to my heart’s cries,
Her phantasmic face I can not sustain.

How I begged her to remain on this plane,
How distraught I was to see her vaporize
Among the countless drops of April rain.

Tricks played on the hallucinating brain,
Longing fueled; unable to realize
Her phantasmic face I can not sustain
Among the countless drops of April rain.

Drops of April rain, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

The Misunderstanding Part Five
  • Prompt 4: Any Everlark honeymoon fics for Valentine’s Day? [submitted     by @amazinglovers747 ]

The Misunderstanding Part Five. fo @everlarkficexchange  Spring Time Edition 2017

Prompt 4: by @mega-aulover

Rated T

February 13, 1946

The war was over and the whole world took a great sigh of relief.

Though rationing hadn’t quite ended yet, as the men were slowly coming home. The mood in the bakery was lively. She could hear Peeta and his brother Rye laughing, their father telling them to stop. It was a regular Wednesday, the only difference tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and the store was flocked with customers wanting to buy a treat for their loved ones. Those who were lucky enough to come home were like Rye happy to be back but forever changed by the World War.

Katniss was in the stock rooms doing her bit toward the bakery. She didn’t know how to bake, not the way the Mellark’s did. They mass produced everything to the highest of standards. Peeta was the best baker amongst them although Rye did make the best lemon bars, something Rye didn’t let Peeta forget.

“Come on boys, start cleaning up,” Mr. Mellark called out, “you especially. You’ve got to get some rest since you’re leaving tonight.” There was some laughing and ribbing going on, all coming from Rye. “Rye leave your brother alone.

“The little guy’s going out with his-” Rye grunted, “Dad.

“Serves you right,” the boy’s father said chuckling.

No doubt Rye was saying a half-baked remark and Peeta cut him off. Things became quiet, then she heard her husband’s’ distinctive heavy gate go up the back stairs. Katniss shook her head as she made a notation in her book, thinking Peeta had forgotten she was still in the stock room. Life in the bakery was pleasant, but it was hard work.

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