Thank you everyone for continuing to tune in and showing so much love. This is a character I will truly miss playing and a cast that will always have a special place in my heart. ✌️🖖 #Riverdale - Ross Butler
request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.
requested by: anonymous
A/N: Can you believe part 2 is finally here??? I can’t, but I am ecstatic to be posting this!! I loved writing the first part, but this part is going to be a little different. It is going to be written in first person!! Hopefully it is loved like the other one. okay, carry on. love you guys. xx, aubree (p.s. part three??)
The next morning was, well, quite easy. I had made sure Jason was hidden before I made my way to my father’s work. I needed to tell him that I was going to be testing out of school and then promptly leaving Riverdale, for good.
Cayden: Hey beautiful! Sergeant Jacobsen said we could send you a little video, and so here we go I guess? It’s already been 4 months, and we miss you like crazy! I don’t know when you’ll get this but rest assured we miss you even more than we do now! Here are the little ones! (whispers) Sera, your turn!
Sera: Hey mom! You’ve missed a lot! I don’t mean to say that to make you feel bad or anything, because I’m sure you’re doing fun things! I may have gotten suspended
Cayden: Sera! You weren’t supposed to say anything!
Sera: Oh hush. I punched that Josie girl. It was great! We miss you!!! Here’s Archer!
Archer: Hey mom!!!!! I hope you’re having fun up there with the aliens! I’ve gotten like 6 inches taller!!! It’s crazy. I didn’t get suspended, don’t you worry.
Sera: We love you so much!! We can’t make the video too long, so we’re gonna go ahead and shut it down! We will see you soon! Don’t let the space bugs bite! Say bye dad!
Cayden: Bye babe! I love you!
Archer: DAD, you gotta actually look at the camera!
Steroline (sort of?) AU future fic - prompt what if Caroline meet one of Stefan’s doppelgangers in the future. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
It had been about a week since the greenhouse incident and
Caroline was still completely spooked, especially after her and Paul had searched
the greenhouse inch by inch for any signs of a stray to no avail. Paul tried to
convince her that it was probably just a strong draft and that maybe the plant
had been too close to the edge of the table but Caroline knew better, she knew
it was a sign that she needed to put a stop to this before it went too far.
A year, a century, what was time to an immortal? For Caroline, forty years meant love, laughter, fear and grief. With her daughters grown, she’s ready to stop playing it safe and to go looking for the adventures the world once promised.
She had forgotten how lonely it could be, the fate of a vampire. At home, the girls knew exactly who she was and what that meant - but they couldn’t possibly understand the weight of outliving such a phase in her life. Humans went through a handful of these complete shifts, but Caroline was realizing she would have to do this over and over again until she met the wrong end of a pointy stick.
Having buried both Stefan and Alaric years before and signed the Bennett School over to Josie and Lizzie, Caroline decided to take a well deserved retirement trip around the world for her sixty-fifth birthday. She had left a week earlier, kissing the girls at the airport. “I love you, call me every day.”
“Every week,” Josie promised sternly, onlookers probably confused to see a young woman asking her mother to call every day.
Because Caroline didn’t look her nearly sixty-five years; she didn’t look a day over seventeen, and she never would. It was a realization that came in waves, one that hit her again as she flew over the Atlantic to South Africa. The list of postcards and souvenirs she had planned to buy was much too short for someone of her age, but everyone had died or moved on with their very human lives.
The girls, obviously, would receive the brunt of her gifts. Matt never cared for her messages, and Elena didn’t even know who Caroline was anymore. Some of the school’s students kept in touch, but it wasn’t the same.
She was always missing the people she loved, and she wanted someone to miss her.
Shaking her head, Caroline glanced around the plane to distract herself from the morose thoughts. Brass curls caught her attention, but she turned to her book before she could let herself wonder why.
Yesterday and today were chosen as days to celebrate artists and writers as a part of No Hate Awareness Week, which is an amazing thing because we should all be actively trying to spread kindness all the time. I know I missed yesterday, but I figured it always feels good to get a shoutout and know that you’re loved and appreciated (which you all are, including everyone reading this.) So, here’s a little love to my favorite writers and artists on here. Thank you all so much for sharing your talent with us and making our days better. Hope you’re days are filled with happiness, and that you keep using and growing your skills. <3
I returned to this fandom after a long time (I missed it so much! 😢), so I decided to draw my first OC (Original Character): Jocelyn “Josy” Kent from my fanfic “RCNT: La Historia de una Fan” with a full re-design.
It feels good to be back 😊
Here’s the link if you want to read it: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11246882/1/RCNT-La-Historia-de-una-Fan
“How about we get contacts?” he asked me after a mouthful. “Contact lenses? But then we’d be good-looking. I couldn’t handle that.” “If you get them, I’ll get them.” “We’ll be twins.” He put down the pizza, looking pretty nervous, which was weird, because Michael Andretti is always in control. He took my hand and squeezed it. “I’ve discussed this with your mother.” “Oh my God,” I shouted with joy. “You’ve been seeing each other behind my back and you’re getting married?” “Be serious for once,” he said. “What I discussed with her is that I’d like you to be … an Andretti.” “By marriage?” “Can you calm down. God, Josie, what do you think life is? Easy? I want to adopt you. I want you to have my name.” “And Mama?” “I can’t adopt her.” “I could suggest one way of changing her name,” I said slyly. He looked at me, shaking his head in amusement. “Don’t be offended if I ask you for time,” I said honestly. “It’s not just me involved here. It’s Mama and Nonna. But if it helps, I’d be proud to be an Andretti … Dad.” Reaching over the table, I hugged him hard, thinking of what my name would sound like, over and over again. Although I had no real ties to the Alibrandi name, it belonged to Mama and Nonna and I belonged to them. “I’ll miss you when you go back to live in Adelaide.” “I’m not going back. I’ve bought a house in Balmain.” “Balmain?” I screeched. “Everyone is looking,” he reminded me. “Oh my God. When did you buy it?” “The sale is going through now.” “Oh God, this is great. It’s so close. I can stay over and we can refurnish it and everything.” He rolled his eyes, biting into a piece of garlic bread. “Does Mama know?” “I think I’ve mentioned it.” “On one of your secret dates?”
A/N: This is the first chapter of a three-part June Wedding fanfic :) After ComicCon, I couldn’t help but write this, so I hope you all like it! Chapter 2 will be up soon, but be sure to leave feedback for this one! Enjoy <3
Caroline was spiffing things up and tidying the house to
prepare for her guest that was coming over soon. She and Stefan had been happier than ever
since they got back together, but Damon and Enzo remained dark mysteries that
neither of them wanted to dwell on…especially when they got time alone
together. Alaric took Lizzie and Josie
on a camping trip over the weekend, so Stefan and Caroline had the house to
Even though Caroline loves the twins, the times that she and
Stefan got to spend alone were few and far between lately. That’s why tonight had to be perfect.
ngl im actually crying over sunggyu’s new song. this week has been sad for me with hoya leaving infinite, failing my road test, and other personal issues. this song is the one and only good thing to happen to me this week. i’ve missed his voice so much. i needed this a lot. thank you gyu.
Wow, first of all I’d just like to thank y’all for the crazy reaction I got for the first part of this (75 notes is a lot for me) and I’m just so thrilled that you guys liked it. And thank you for the absolutely lovely comments.
So I think I’m going to post a chapter every week (or more if I feel like it) every Wednesday. I’m currently working on Chapter Three which I think is probably more entertaining than this chapter. I hope this one lives up to your expectations! - Sarah
Someone told me once that I was destined to be happy.
Someone told me once that I was too pretty to cry like that.
Someone told me once that I was going to be okay in the end.
I’m trying I’m trying I’m trying, I say,
as I smile and wipe my tears and tell myself,
if it’s not okay, it’s not the end,
but you leaving seemed pretty final to me.
My father says good things come to those who wait,
my mother says if you want it bad enough it’ll happen.
I’ve been standing on this station platform for years now,
and it’s not for lack of praying that the train hasn’t come in.
Some days I miss you so much that my atoms vibrate your name.
Some days I miss you so much that I feel I will turn inside out.
Some days I miss you so much that I can’t breathe properly.
Someone told me once that things are never as bad as they seem.
I wish I could have shown them me, last night,
and told them just how wrong they were.
Note: Events are written almost immediately after Cole’s personal quest where Varric and Solas had a disagreement about changing one’s nature.
Solas is tortured by his desire for Lavellan and almost… almost reaches his breaking point.
Mild spoilers. Some smut. This was written more as a way to help me sleep better last night.
We cannot change our nature by wishing.
You don’t think?
Solas had looked at the inquisitor then- a momentary lapse in judgment which he immediately regretted. His gaze surprised her and she returned it with a questioning brow.
That was careless. Solas told himself but there was something in him that reveled in the prospect of getting caught, to just let everything go and be free to pursue his own desires. But his conscience would not give him rest.This is wrong. You must tell her. When will you tell her? This cannot go on. You are a cruel man.
He tried to find solace in the Fade but his own disturbed thoughts warped the world that once gave him refuge and comfort. Solas felt trapped.
He looked up at the many ravens that circled the rookery. Iron Bull once asked him if he ever just “flapped his arms like they were wings and flew across the fade.” He said no. But that was just one among the many other lies that he has been telling.
The door creaked open.
Inquisitor, he immediately identified. He could smell her sweet scent glide towards him. He could smell everything- the dust on her clothes, the musk of dried sweat on her neck, the sweet honeyed wine on her tongue.
Solas felt his whole body ache for her. A deep, growing hunger that he struggled more and more to keep at bay.
“Vhenan,” he said and turned to look at her but what he saw completely took him by surprise.
The inquisitor was wearing a dress. It was of marvelous silk with gold embroidery at the hem. It hugged her chest and cascaded ceremoniously down her lithe legs. When she walked, the dress would wrap around the shape of her thighs that made Solas look away in embarrassment.
“I take it you don’t approve?” Sileveth asked, worried.
“You look beautiful.” he assured her.
She seemed delighted to hear it. “Josie picked it for me to wear to the ball. I feel a bit strange in it though.” she did a little turn, allowing the silk to brush on the floor. “I’m so much more used to the chafing of leather breeches.” she laughed.
Solas noticed that some of the buttons on her back were undone. So careless. Why must you tempt me like this, vhenan.
“Did you put on the dress yourself?” he asked. “You missed a few buttons.”
Her face turned bright red. “I… yes. I did not want to trouble Josie any further…” her voice trailed off.
Solas studied her embarrassed face- there she was, the inquisitor, with a face so innocent, masking an indomitable will that can shake the whole world. Only he could see this face that Sileveth made. This pleased him, like discovering the secrets of Dirthamen.
He extended his hand, “Come here, vhenan.”
Every step that Sileveth took threw daggers into his heart. He can hardly contain himself. He will have to end this soon.
But perhaps not tonight. Not yet.
Solas held her by the waist and gently turned her around so her back was facing him. Her dress was buttoned in a hurry. He could almost imagine her buttoning it up, eager to show him this dress as soon as she could.
As she turned, the woody scent of her hair drove Solas full to bursting. He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself the pleasure of this proximity. He observed the dress and started unbuttoning it.
“Solas?” she inquired.
“You have the buttons all wrong, lethallan.” he said loud enough to be heard through the tower. “Do not worry, I am not just about to undress you here. Not when so many can see you.” his voice was calm, betraying the desire storming in his heart.
He looked up at the rookery, at the number of eyes that were on them. Dorian, Fiona, the mages, the tranquils, Leliana and her spies. They pretended not to look but he knew they were paying attention to his every move.
What he had with the inquisitor was no secret but still, he exercised a bit of propriety for the sake of the inquisitor.
But… perhaps not tonight.
As Solas undid the buttons, more and more of her white flesh became exposed to him. His fingertips danced delicately on her trembling body.
Sileveth let out a little whimper. Ah, she is enjoying this. Imagining her face at that moment filled Solas with a terrible, feral desire to take her right then and there, on the floor of the tower, where so many can see. Without thinking, he bent over and lightly kissed her bare back.
Bold, very bold. He heard someone say from upstairs. Was it Dorian? Leliana? He could not decide, he was drunk with the taste of her.
The inquisitor tilted her head, exposing the side of her neck, urging, beckoning Solas to take it. “Please, Solas.” she whispered.
Solas parted his mouth and traced her neck with his tongue. The hunger gnawed at his insides. He tilted his head slightly to look above him, at the many eyes that were now gaping at them. He did not care. All he cared about was the taste of her skin and the scent that filled his head with the unholiest of thoughts.
His hands worked to button her dress up while his lips traveled to her nape. He felt Sileveth buckle and tremble and this delighted him.
At a moment too soon, he was done setting her buttons in place.
“It is finished.” he whispered, his hot breath grazing the nakedness of her nape.
Solas steeled himself as he let his fingers travel down the small of her back one last time.
Perhaps taking her right now would not be such a sin? He considered this briefly.
Before he could open his mouth to speak again, Sileveth stepped forward and turned to face him. Her face flushed with desire and embarrassment. “I… I need… t-to go back.” she did not dare look at him. “Thank you, lethallin.”
She hung her head and turned around in a hurry, walking as fast as her feet allowed her to. He watched her scurry away like a wolf would his prey.
Hey Perfect Carlos What’s it like out in that desert? You have been gone for far too long But Night Vale makes it better So it seems… You still mean everything to me We’re meant to be
Hey Perfect Carlos Things are getting kind of scary What with Briny Depths and those Antiques I just don’t understand my life at all Please ignore my latest call It’s illegal…
Oh, I want you to come home…
Hey Perfect Carlos I know that desert must be fun You’re not trapped, you’re just the only one From our world, doing science like you do Erlenmeyer flasks and beakers too I’m glad for you
Hey Perfect Carlos You’ve been great about those calls With our Snapchats and our Tumblrs I am really quite enthralled To hear from you You’re so happy there, it’s true But I miss you
Oh I want you to come home…
A whole dimension is way too far And I wish that I could take my car To see you and hold you once again. I haven’t seen the Old Oak Doors Unless Josie is misinformed But the non-existent Erikas know much more Oh Carlos, how I miss you Don’t know if I can make it through A year without you being close at hand Yet alone I stand
Hey Perfect Carlos Please don’t worry, I’ll be fine here With the radio and interns And Mayor Dana and Tamika… And Earl too You belong here, you know it’s true Those doors can’t take that away from you So my dear Carlos, here’s to you I’m missing you
[ In case you need to catch up on all the Ashton feels… Here are parts one& two! ]
It had been two whole days since you’d told him. Two whole, endless days since you’d heard Ashton’s voice. Two agonizing days of waiting, and wondering, worrying if you’d ever hear that sweet voice of his again. He’d been so angry. So hurt. You didn’t blame him for not calling. This was never supposed to happen. This was never a part of the plan. But none of that made the pain any easier to endure.
You stared blankly up at the white ceiling overhead, tears long since subsided, leaving nothing but dried tracks behind in their wake. A layer of blankets haphazardly covered your body, where you lie alone, and unmoving in your king-sized bed. Although the weather was warm and sunny, you felt as though you were living under a cloud of constant darkness. Nothing but a sad and lonely feeling taking up residence in your gut was left behind, relentlessly weighing your body down.
With your headphones crammed into either ear, you blocked out the outside world, allowing the harmonies and lyrics to flood your tired mind. You had hoped it may sooth the pain, hearing Ashton’s voice in every song. But it only made it so much worse. Leaving you with a crippling fear that this was all you had left of him to cling to. You clutched the growing baby bump, now hidden beneath the sheet of blankets, with both hands. For the briefest of seconds since you’d received this life altering news, you felt a pang of warmth wash over your heart. It seemed so surreal that you could be pregnant. The thought of being a mom had always remained so far off your radar. Until now.
The feeling of the mattress shifting near your ankles pulled you from your trance, and your eyes fell to your best friend, Josie. She offered you a soft smile, but it was easy to see how worried she was for you. Never had she seen you this upset about anything. The entire length of your friendship, you’d always been the one pulling her out of the dreary places she so often fell to. You’d always been her rock, and her light that kept life interesting. You were the sensible one. The reliable one. Now she was the one picking up your broken pieces, and she silently promised herself that she’d put you back together, even if it were the last thing she did. She held up a steaming mug of tea, shrugging as if to say she were sorry she couldn’t offer you more.
Tugging the headphones from your ears, you slowly managed to pull yourself into a sitting position, back supported by fluffy, feather-stuffed pillows. You forced a smile, thanking her with a fleeting twitch of your lips as you accepted the piping hot beverage from her grasp. Bringing the mug to your dry, chapped lips, you inhaled the robust herbal aroma. You let the heat of the polished ceramic sooth your slightly trembling hands, savoring the calm it brought with it, even if only for a moment.
Taking one tired, fatigued sip, your red-rimmed eyes met Josie’s over the edge of the cup. She mirrored your actions, taking a drink from her own steam-ridden mug. Fingers gripped temperately through the handle, you rested it carefully in your blanket-covered lap.
“I’ve lost him, Josie,” you whispered after minutes of undo silence, your words catching in your dry throat, “he was the best thing to ever happen to me. And I lost him.”
“Shhh! Don’t say that,” she scolded softly, scooting in closer beside you, and wrapping an arm protectively around your narrow shoulders. Your head fell automatically to her shoulder, her head coming to rest gently against yours. “You’re going to get through this, (Y/N). And you’re going to be an amazing mom. You know how I know that?” she murmured, taking your mug and setting it with hers on the bedside table. You shook your head dismissively, sniffling as a fresh set of tears loomed near the back of your eyes.
“I know, because I know you,” she stated plainly, shifting so her body was now facing you head on, her confident gaze trained on yours, “you are strong, and determined, and unwaveringly brave. Motherhood is no different. But just know, regardless of who the father is, you’ll always have me.” Your arms wrapped around her neck, and you buried your face in her shoulder.
“Thank you,” you choked almost inaudibly, “I don’t know what I’d without you, Jos.”
The two of you sat like that for ages, Josie’s fingers rubbing soothing circles along your back, and hair as she shushed quietly in your ear. The sudden, persistent buzzing of your cell phone startled you both, making you each jump. Your eyes flicked quickly between Josie, and the bright screen of your cell phone.
“It’s him,” you said breathless, snatching the device hastily from it’s spot on the nightstand. She gave you a reassuring nod, urging you to answer it.
“Hello?” your voice sounded so small, tired, and strained from crying for the past forty-eight hours, “Ashton?”
“Hi,” he murmured delicately, that one simple greeting causing a flood of tears to spill across your rounded cheeks. You pressed a hand desperately to your lips, covering your mouth as you tried to stifle your sobs.
“Hi,” you repeated, pouring love into that one meek syllable, “I– I was so worried you wouldn’t call.”
He nodded understandably on his side of the phone, running his hand absentmindedly along the back of his neck. “I was worried too,” he sighed, “I guess, I just needed some time. To think.”
“I completely understand that. It’s all so much to handle. And it’s all happening so fast, and–” you didn’t realize you were rambling, until Ashton’s calm voice broke through, cutting you off midsentence.
“And nothing, (Y/N). I love you. That’s all that matters,” he hummed. That familiar sweetness, and light you’d come to know only as Ashton’s voice, was returned to his words once more. Tears now fell silently, feeling as though a weight had suddenly been lifted from your heart.
“I love you too, Ash,” you confessed sincerely. Clutching the phone affectionately to your ear, each of you took comfort in the fact that you could hear the other breathing through the receiving end. Relaxing a little, just knowing the other was there, listening.
You sighed after a long period of silence, your fingers once again coming to rest on your protruding belly. “I wish you were here right now,” you exhaled, wiping a stray tear from beneath your eye, “I hate that you’re thousands of miles away, when all I want is to feel your arms wrapped around me. I miss you, Ash. I miss you, so much.”
“I know, love. I hate it too,” he murmured, just as there was a soft knock on the front door. You glanced quizzically at Josie, who returned your confused look, and shrugged. Getting up from the bed for the first time in days, you shuffled quietly into the other room, phone still pressed to your ear. The second you pulled the heavy wooden door open, you were met with two shining eyes, the color of whiskey, and a smile that was known to take your breath away.
“Oh my god! Ashton,” you squealed breathlessly, dropping the phone to the floor in disbelief as you threw your arms around his neck. Hugging you in his strong embrace, his fingers stroked consolingly through your hair, his grip suggesting he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.
“Surprise,” he whispered, smirking softly as he pulled back just enough to meet your lips in one adoring, euphoric kiss.
For those who were hoping for more of the “teacher/single parent au” drabble that I wrote, I am here with part 2. Part 1 can be found here. Also, a third part will be coming in the near future. Thank you all for reading, liking, and reblogging the first part, I truly appreciate it.
Peeta’s eyes dropped from Katniss’ face immediately, focusing intently his hands instead as he wrung them together nervously. The classroom was silent except for his labored breaths and the soft clicking of keys as Josie played on the computer a few yards away.
“Why didn’t—“ His voice wavered when eyes settled on the unruly tresses of his daughter. With a few more deep breaths, he tried to speak again. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Wait. Nevermind,” Peeta interrupted. Finally, he forced his eyes back to Katniss’ face. “We can’t do this here. Because I really want to raise my voice right now and I’m not going to do that with her in the room. She doesn’t deserve to hear that.”
It really didn’t matter to Katniss that what Peeta was saying was right, Josie didn’t deserve to hear them yelling, there was something about the way he said it that rubbed Katniss the wrong way. The years of regret that she tried so hard to suppress came rushing back then, churning in her stomach and heating up her skin. But she wasn’t sure who she was more angry with— Peeta, or herself.
“No. She doesn’t,” Katniss agreed, snatching up her pursing and rising to her feet. “Which is why you never should have brought it up here. Next time you want to talk to me, don’t go through my kid to do it. Josie, let’s go!”
“But mommy I just—“
“If you want to sleep over at Emma’s tonight we have to go,” Katniss warned, storming toward the door. “Now.”