i saw this quote and i thought it fit really well

anonymous asked:

high key can u give me a rundown of ur fav wacky wwii shenanigans

Okay friends today we are gonna learn about the GHOST ARMY, which, disappointingly, was not actually an army made of ghosts

pictured: the unit patch for the Ghost Army, which is DOPE AS FUCK

see one of the things that made WWII so fucking nuts was the totally bizarre level of technology. Like wow we invented the first real computer and radar but also if you wanted to see how many troops were hanging out somewhere you had to send a dude to fly over and take pictures manually??? this left A LOT of room for shenanigans

so the normal method of dealing with aerial surveillance was to cover shit with camouflage netting. Say you’ve got an nice air base that you really don’t want any bombs dropped on- you literally just cover that with a ludicrous amount of netting and some fake trees and BAM now it looks like just an empty field from the air

there’s a building under that weird lump

that’s cool! That’s really cool! But not cool enough

At some point somebody sat down and went “hey wait. What if…what if instead of disguising buildings and units as fields, we disguise fields as units”

holy fucking shit!!!

the British had used a bunch of fake tanks and like, boxes of provisions stacked up in tank shape and then covered with a tarp in 1942 during Operation Bertram and it worked really well, but they didn’t have a special unit devoted to just clowning on the Germans like that.

so the US military decides they do want a designated clowning unit and goes out and recruits a bunch of fucking nerds from all the art schools and makes them into the 23rd Headquarters Special Troops aka THE GHOST ARMY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU USE ANY OTHER NAME LIKE SERIOUSLY

the ghost army’s job was basically to go in, sidle up to a real unit, and then basically set up a fake version of that unit while the actual unit sneaked away to go dunk on Nazis where the Nazis weren’t expecting them

okay time to get into the really cool part of this story, which is HOW the ghost army faked being a real unit:


that’s a big ol balloon!!!

the ghost army had a stockpile of inflatable tanks, aircraft, artillery, cars, whatever, that they would set up and then poorly cover with camouflage netting so from the air it looked like someone had just done a real shit job of hiding actual materiel. They even had dummy soldiers that they would set up to make the scene look populated, since the ghost army itself was about 1,000 dudes regularly imitating units of 30,000 men

what’s really cool is that visual deception was more than just the inflatable stuff itself. If the ghost army plopped down a balloon tank, they then also had to go out with shovels and rakes and shit to make a fake track that a real tank would have left, because it turns out tanks are really hard on your landscaping

step 2: “spoof radio”

the last couple of days before the real unit moved out, the radio operators of the ghost army would move in. see, radio transmissions were done in Morse code, and it turns out every radio operator has a slightly different “fist” when typing Morse. A “fist” is basically typing style- some people would take longer to type out certain letters or would have pauses between groups or anything like. Anybody listening to the radio transmissions who was skilled enough could tell different radio operators apart from just their fist

anyway the ghost army operators would move in and basically listen to all the real unit’s radio transmissions until they had learned the real operators’ fists. Then they would take over radio traffic, imitating that fist so it seemed like the real operator had never left. I forgot to make this section funny because I was too caught up in how rad it is SORRY

step 3: making a lot of noise

the ghost army had special trucks fitted with huge fuck off speakers and a whole library of stock sound effects. Once the real unit left and the fake unit inflated, the sound trucks would come in, select a combination of sound effects that matched the unit they were impersonating, and then played everyone in the 15 mile radius of the speakers their fire mix tape

step 4: fuckin partying!!!

see the thing about impersonating your own units is that other allied units would know about it and might talk about it where enemy collaborators could hear. So the ghost army had to fool the Germans but they also had to fool their own army. Every time they impersonated a new unit, the ghost soldiers would paint that unit’s insignia on all the fake materiel, make fake signs with the unit’s name and colors, and sew the unit’s patches on their own uniforms

once they were dressed up as soldiers from the impersonated unit, the ghost army dudes would go into town and mingle with other soldiers from actual fighting units nearby and hang out in bars while loudly saying things like “YES HELLO I AM DEFINITELY A REAL SOLDIER FROM THE WHATEVER DIVISION, ABSOLUTELY FOR REAL STATIONED ON THAT HILL OVER THERE”

so anyway this bunch of weedy American art nerds staged 20+ battlefield deceptions between 1944 and the end of the war, sometimes fooling that Germans so successfully that they actually got shelled

I'mma leave you with this quote from the book “The Ghost Army of World War II” by Rick Beyer and Elizabeth Sayles, because it’s a quote from an actual member of the Ghost Army and that alone makes it funnier than anything I could ever write:

On another occasion, two Frenchmen on bicycles somehow got through the security perimeter. Shilstone managed to halt them, but not before they had seen more than they should. “What they thought they saw was four GIs picking up a forty-ton Sherman tank and turning it around. They looked at me, and they were looking for answers, and I finally said ‘The Americans are very strong.‘”

Steven Universe Sentence Starters !

Most of these are songs, but some are quotes. You’re welcome to change the pronouns as you see fit!

  • “If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”
  • “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, love takes time and love takes work.”
  • “All comedy is derived from fear.”
  • “Who cares how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”
  • “I never asked to be made!”
  • “I love cookie cat!”
  • “All I wanna be is someone who’s seen a giant woman.”
  • “Why do you have to look up to her?”
  • “I’m telling you for your own good and not because I’m-… jealous.”
  • “I can show you how to be strong in the real way.”
  • “I didn’t even get to know my Mom!”
  • “Squared pizza?! This place is evil!”
  • “I’m not like the other guys.”
  • “In this whole wide world there’s no one like you.”
  • “Could this night get any better?!”
  • “Isn’t it such a beautiful night?”
  • “Let yourself just be whoever you are.”
  • “We’re on the run.”
  • “Wish that I could see that there’s no better place than home…”
  • “I don’t care about what all the others say!”
  • “You people have too much money.”
  • “Well she’s a rip tide queen and she’s super mean.”
  • “I just showed them I don’t got the stuff.”
  • “I tried so hard to fly but I was thrown.”
  • “Have a little faith in me!”
  • “I just wanted to help…”
  • “Some… say I have no direction. That I’m a light speed distraction…”
  • “This is the final frontier.”
  • “Life in the stars is all I’ve ever known.”
  • “I know in my heart it’s been worth it all of the while.”
  • “They’re playing sword. Oh sorry, they’re playing with swords. Oh no they’re bleeding. And they’re dead. Don’t call again.”
  • “Oh! Um… I don’t exactly… eat.”
  • “Is that a weapon?”
  • “Welcome to earth.”
  • “Do you believe in destiny?”
  • “Close your eyes and leave the rest to me.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “What are you doing to me?”
  • “You’re wearing that tee shirt!”
  • “What can I do for you?”
  • “What can I do that no one else can do?”
  • “You are so much fun~”
  • “I hadn’t planned on finding you… quite this entertaining~
  • “I like playing along~”
  • “I can’t believe I just got that on video!”
  • “Quit embarrassing yourself!”
  • “I’ve seen who you really are…”
  • “I ain’t gonna follow your rules.”
  • “Let’s go, just me and you.”
  • “Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.”
  • “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single~”
  • “I am made of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than you.”
  • “I won’t let you hurt my friends!”
  • “This is who I am.”
  • “I don’t want that for you…”
  • “What if somehow you get hurt?!”
  • “I have to protect you…”
  • “You’re better not knowing the trouble I’m in.”
  • “You don’t have to be a part of this; I don’t think I want you to be.”
  • “I don’t want you to worry about where I just was or what I just saw.”
  • “You don’t need this… You don’t need me.
  • “C’mon and share this jam with me!”
  • “I’d do it for you.”
  • “I’d do it for him/her.”
  • “Balance is the key.”
  • “Keep your eyes on me.”
  • “Concentrate! Don’t you want him/her to live?!”
  • “Just try and think about the life you’ll have… together after the war!”
  • “When you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”
  • “Maybe you’re better off with him/her…”
  • “I think he’s/she’s better for you.”
  • “I guess I got carried away…”
  • “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”
  • “I see a tower built out of my mistakes and it all comes crashing down…”
  • “I don’t wanna do this!”
  • “I can’t help it if I make a scene~”
  • “I’ve got a pair of eyes that they’re getting lost in~”
  • “Everybody needs a friend and I’ve got you and you and you! So many I can’t even name them, can you blame me? I’m too famous~”
  • “Haven’t you noticed I’m a star?”
  • “What do I do with all this money, when all I want is you?”
  • “How do I spend all this money? I’d rather just spend time with you.”
  • “Let’s go to _____!!! And let’s bring _____!!!!”
  • “100 bucks? Gee thanks!”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “NO!!!”
  • “After all those years I never thought I’d lose…”
  • “It’s over, isn’t it?”
  • “You won and he/she chose you…”
  • “Now they’re gone…”
  • “Who am I now in this world without him/her?!”
  • “What does it matter?! It’s already done!”
  • “Why don’t you talk to each other?”
  • “I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why.”
  • “You might not believe it, but you’ve got a lot in common. You really do.”
  • “You both love me and I love both of you.”
  • “If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
  • “I don’t hate you…”
  • “I now you both need it, someone who knows what you’re going through.”
  • “_____ don’t cost nothing.”
  • “Don’t tell me, sing me!”
  • “Look at everything you do. Look at everything you are. It’s incredible, as incredible as you.”
  • “It’s a full time job admiring all the ways that you’re inspiring.”
  • “I think I need a little change.”
  • “I always did believe that love is all you need to be a happy man/woman.”
  • “Here comes a thought.”
  • “If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
  • “I’d like to learn how to love like you.”
  • “I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true; Cause I think you’re so good, but I’m nothing like you.”
  • “Look at you go! I just adore you! I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special…”
Punk (Chap. 1)

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  So this is what I work on when I get blocked writing Nobody.  It’s supposed to be angsty and funny and fluffy (maybe a tad naughty at some point idk).  I hope you enjoy the first part!

“Morning, sunshine,” Tony greeted you as you slogged into the kitchen with a scowl.  Your (Y/H/C) was sticking up in random, knotted directions from tossing and turning all night, and dark bags hung under your puffy (Y/E/C) eyes.  

“Uhnnngg,” you groaned as you poured yourself a sizeable cup of coffee.  Tony was one of those ‘happy morning people’.  You hated him.  And his stupid face.  But his coffee was good so you let him live.

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Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)

 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 

 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. "Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying 'sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.


“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”


The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.


I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

Tim Drake x Reader - Soulmate AU

AU: Whatever you write on your arm/body shows up on your soulmate’s in the same place and in your handwriting. The writing doesn’t show up, however, until you and your soulmate meet.

Requested: Anon

Word Count: 2044

Tagging: @memento-scribet @avengerdragoness @cait-writes-stuff @solis200213 @damian-is-a-kitten @king-wolfie @the-singing-canary @addicted-to-dc @angstytodd @nightwingdiva @colormemeow @maruthor


You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.

You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.

You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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booksrockmyface  asked:

Hey, y'all! My birthday is April 28! I would really love something fluffy. Really into fake relationships at the moment. Any rating will do! :)

Originally posted by fourfivesecondsfromwilding

Happy Birthday @booksrockmyface! We hope you’re having a fantastic day and just to make it extra sweet, @finnicko-loves-anniec has crafted an extra delicious slice of Everlark, just for you!

“Out!” The door hit her in the shoulder as she pulled it open. Katniss ignored the pain. “I said out!”

Gale brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheek as he did so. She pushed his hand away. “Come on, babe, let’s talk about this.”

“You can ‘talk about this’ with your other babe.” Katniss hated air quotes with a passion. Right now, she hated him enough to ignore that. “I said out.”

She heard a door squeak down the hall. Lazy shits in management had promised to fix that months ago. Katniss glared at the man who had dared to poke his head into the hallway. “Not you, Mellark. You stay in.” He didn’t budge. Was nobody listening to her today?

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[Zelo gets tattooed]
Rated: Mature

You sighed heavily turning the page of your book. You’d been bored out of your mind lately. A lack of motivation and inspiration was going to be the death of you. It was like you wanted to tattoo, but you just couldn’t find the right client.

You needed a new muse.

Sleepy walked up the narrow staircase holding a bag of from your favorite street cart. “Hey, I brought ya somethin~”

“Oppa!” you grinned seeing your older brother make his way inside “You can be amazing when you wanna be” you chimed reaching out for the bag. “Gimmie”

“Ah- say please” he held the bag just out of reach.

“Yah, Sleepy-Oppa! Give me my food you tree”

“Alright here” he set the plate of tteokbokki in your hand. “You really should consider eating something other than tteokbokki”

“Give me one good reason why?” you pouted, shoving the skewer in your mouth. “If you’ve already found perfection, why seek anything else?”

He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you like this?” He made himself at home, flopping down on the tattoo bench, and resting his arms behind his head. “Where is everybody anyway?”

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Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 892

Warning: none

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Request: none

Notes: this is my first Barry imagine (or maybe drabble) so I really hope you like it!

Originally posted by wells-bennett

It was your second cup of coffee that morning and you still were asleep as fuck. Last night was a rough one. It had been your first day at the Central City Police Department and you had seen your first murder. Of course, you couldn’t close your eyes during the night without seeing it over and over again in your head. The result was being exhausted on your second day and considering to inject the coffee straight into the vein.

You were supposed to be at the police station in half hour so you got up from your seat at Jitters and went to the bar to order another one to take away. While you waiting in line you looked around. That was the first time you saw him.

He was sitting at a table, in front of another guy with dark medium length hair. He was thin but you could see he was fit as well, he had green bright eyes and short brown hair. But that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was his smile. The most genuine smile you had seen in a long time. Somehow it made your heart race and smile. Just then, he looked around and spotted you so you quickly looked away, biting your lip and feeling your cheeks getting red. You were always so obvious with this kind of things.

After a few moments, you looked back to where he was just to see that he was looking at you, but the moment your eyes met he looked at his friend. Yet, you could see a smile forming on his lips. You chuckled a little but the barista took you out of your thoughts.

“A coffee. Take away, please”, you smiled as you put the money on the bar.

While you waited for your coffee you looked back the table where that guy was. He was talking to his friend which gave you time to take in more of him. He was wearing some jeans, a white t-shirt and a blazer, along with some black Convers. It made him look so good. Of course, just then he looked back at you so you looked back away, pretending to be focused on the muffins next to you.

“Here you go. Thank you”, the barista said.

You smiled at her and took your coffee. Then, you walked to the table where you were before and took your things. You were going to be late already and it was just your second day so you hurried out of the coffee house and ran to your car. Your boss was going to kill you.

When you got to the Police Station, you walked to your desk, putting your stuff on the top of it and letting you fall on the chair with a sigh. You weren’t that late, but you could feel the eyes of your boss on your back so you just started working. The next hour was stressful since you had to fill in so much paperwork due to the murder of the day before.

“Eh…excuse me, are you (Y/N)? I’ve been told to give you this evidence from the…” you looked up and dropped your pen the moment you saw the guy from Jitters in front of your desk. He was tall. “Oh…hi”, he said smiling immediately, making you smile as well.

“H-Hi…” you chuckled, feeling heat on your cheeks.

“What a small world”, he said putting the file he was holding under his arm.

“And yet I never ran into Beyoncé”, you replied quoting Chandler Bing from Friends. He laughed at your response and you swore it was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

“I do like Friends as always”, he nodded.

“Then you can talk to me” you joked. “You are…?”

“Barry, Barry Allen. I’m the forensic scientist”, he said stretching out his hand.

“I’m (Y/F/N). Nice to meet you”, you replied shaking his hand. “So…you have something for me?” You asked with a sigh looking at the file.

“Oh yeah! I’m really sorry for giving you more work since…you look pretty busy but…these are the reports from the evidence of the murder we had yesterday”, he said handing you the brown file.

“Great” you smiled taking it. “Thank you”, you thanked him with a smile. “I…gotta get back to work” you said biting your lip.

“Me too” he nodded.

He put his hands into his pockets and walked away, so you forced yourself to focus back on the work. But a minute later, someone distracted you again, making you look up to see Barry standing in front of you.

“Sorry again” he smiled. “I was wondering if…” he looked around and chuckled, looking nervous, as he ran a hand through his hair.  “Would you like to…grab a coffee sometime? With me?”

The proposal took you totally off guard but it still made you smile at the same time you got nervous.

“Sure. I… would love to”, you smiled at him. “Maybe tomorrow? Breakfast at Jitters? Maybe 9 a.m.? It takes me a while to get out of bed” You suggested. He laughed a little and nodded.

“Looking forward to it”, he said walking away again.

This time, before leaving the office, he turned to look at you once again, smiling as he saw you looking back at him.

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saemi-the-dreamer submitted: 

 “I am never going to watch a cartoon the same way!” Frisk thought as they clinged to the tree, glancing down to try and catch a glimpse of their attacker. “…if I ever get out of here alive, that is!”

After managing to jump and climb their way out the closed gate, Frisk had noticed that the Caretaker –Chara- had a key in hand and reacted quickly to slow them down. They had grasped a good amount of snow and threw it with all their might towards the adult’s direction. And they ran.

At the moment, it had seemed like a good idea. And Frisk did hit them –right in their face!!- and made them drop the key despite the bars! But Chara’s scream of rage and outrage had proved otherwise. The child had only enraged them more!

Frisk had then kept running faster than their little legs could, but they had no idea of where they were going or where the path would lead them. What if there were more dangers? Worse than the Caretaker? With that in mind, Frisk had dashed towards a tree with the intention of climbing it to get a better view and find their way; only to hear that Chara was still chasing them. The twelve-years old had climbed so fast that they wondered if they could ever do it again without being chased, and high.

Chara was nowhere in sight, but that did not reassure Frisk: the lower branches were hiding the view under them, so the demon could be climbing too this right moment to get them!

Frisk pricked their ear and desperately scanned around.

“Please, a way out! Please, someone help me!” they muttered under their breath as they did. “Anyone!”

“I’ve got you.”

Frisk’s blood froze in their veins. They heard some movements.

The Caretaker was coming!

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Originally posted by deadinside-muser

This is for my hoe @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname​​ Orion’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge. I got the quote ‘Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living’-Princess Mononoke. Not sure if I asked for a specific gender or even a specific pairing, but I went with Dean x Reader. Hope that’s ok!!

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Ellie

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)


Warnings: Angst, broken Dean, mentions of character death, neglectful John, sadness. Fluff and hope at the end!! Sorta depressed Dean I guess? Not specified, but you could take it that way.

Word Count: 1423

Summary: Y/n sees the changes in Dean and tries to understand what’s going through his mind.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this quote kinda screamed it. But there’s fluff too, so yayyy!! Also, this is kinda AU I guess. No specific AU, just a non hunting world. Hope u like it!!

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You saw what was happening with him.

The way he’d barely speak anymore. His eyes always tired, bags growing as his hair became a mess.  

He barely shaved. He’d spend longer than usual in the shower. He wouldn’t look at you or Ellie.

You knew he was a mess.

Why? There was no reason.

Not really.

This was just Dean.

He’d always been this way.

Take away the bubbly, sweet, slightly cocky mask he wore, he was just a damaged and hurt little boy.

You knew he blamed himself.

He blamed himself for everything.

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anonymous asked:

"if anyone has taken up Jimmy’s mantle as Claire’s dad in any regard, it’s Dean. Even in 10x20, when Cas was around, Dean’s the one who really bonded with her. " Yeah just give Dean another character while Cas is completely isolated. What a good idea! Its not like every chars revolves around him. Charlie,Jody,Donna,Ketch, Bobby, Mary and now Claire too

Do you really think that Claire’s character “revolves around” Dean? That she isn’t entirely her own character? or that her dynamic is very different with Sam than it is with Dean?

It’s not a good thing or a bad thing, but she’s clearly just as important to Sam. It’s just… Sam relates to people differently than Dean does.

And Jody. You really think Sam’s friendship with Jody isn’t as strong as Dean’s? I mean, I’ve always thought at least her character “revolved around” Sam more. Sure Dean and Jody have bonded over “parental” sorts of things, while Sam and Jody have bonded more as “friends.”

Thing is, other characters serve as mirrors to bring out traits and show underlying characteristics and feelings of the main characters. And because Sam and Dean are fundamentally different people, the side characters are going to reflect those differences.

This is how storytelling works.

And since the start of the show, and for the majority of the 12 years it’s been on, Dean has been the emotional POV character (aside from that time he was in Sam’s usual spot as the Mytharc character during the MoC arc, and even then we often saw Dean’s emotional reactions more than Sam’s). So just by the structure of the narrative, we inherently understand Dean’s pov more than Sam’s.

It’s not a good thing or a bad thing, it just is. And because of that, the mirror characters tend to reflect Dean’s POV more than Sam’s. Dean also tends to bond with people more readily than Sam does, because that is his personality. You can see that really clearly in 2.18 (which I watched yesterday so it’s a fairly fresh example in my mind) and in 2.19 (which I just watched like 20 minutes ago, so also fresh in my mind). Heck I’m writing up notes on 2.19 now, and the thing I’ve still got saved to the clipboard is Sam’s quote to Dean:

Dean, does it … bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?

And Dean’s like, no. It doesn’t bother him. He can fit in practically anywhere he wants to.

What’s the first thing we learn about Sam? He’s got a very solid idea of where he wants to fit in, and he’s never felt like he fit in in the hunting world. He wanted to go to Stanford and have a normal girlfriend and a normal life being normal. His entire narrative has been about getting dragged back into hunting, where he dragged his heels kicking and screaming back into the life.

It’s just who he is as a person.

But if you think Sam doesn’t have just as important of a bond with Mary or Bobby, then I don’t really think you’ve been paying attention. It might not be the same kind of bond that Dean has with them, but it’s no less important.

Saying it’s different doesn’t imply a value judgment here, either.

As to Charlie… well, why do you think the queer character has been more associated with Dean than Sam? Knowing that other characters serve as narrative mirrors for the main characters? It’s not difficult to understand that one.

Donna, who has self-image issues, is a tough-as-nails cop on the surface but who also is completely unashamed of her bubbly, fluffy sense of humor? Oh, and who deals with her emotional distress through a complicated relationship with food… She’s basically the G-rated girl version of Dean.

And Ketch. Really? Wtf? You really think his character “revolves around Dean?” He’s basically a dark mirror for Dean, in the way that we’re supposed to disassociate his character from Dean. This is the WORST incarnation of what Dean could’ve become… IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR SAM showing Dean the shades of grey in the world…

Yes, Dean gets more of these narrative mirrors than Sam does, and yes he relates to these character differently than Sam does… but that’s because Sam has almost always been the character that the narrative happens TO, Dean’s the observational POV through which the audience processes our reactions.

It’s not a judgment about Sam vs Dean here. It’s literally the narrative structure of the show.

Dauntless Now (Part One)

Eric Coulter X Reader

(A/N: So this is a very slow burn fic, and is going to have multiple parts. This first part does not include a lot of Eric because it is introducing the reader’s relationship with Jason which is very important! Also when it says Y/N you can pick a name that you like or a nickname (like Tris did) because later in the story you will reveal your real name. That’s all, I hope you guys like this, I will be posting part 2 very soon! Thanks!)

Warnings: mild language

The flaming coals sizzled as your ruby red blood flowed into the bowl, coating the coals as so many other’s had before yours. Your new faction cheered as you turned to greet them. The brave. Clad in black, a sea of tattoos, piercings, and outlandish hairstyles. It was a complete 180 from the faction you were born into, but your aptitude results were not Erudite. They were Dauntless.

You were shocked when your test administer gave you the results, you loved books and learning and everything the Erudite stood for. Except for the strict rules that were in place. The only time you were not working in a lab was your downtime. Even then you were still expected to be pursuing knowledge. You needed some adventure in your life, you wanted the freedom to express yourself. And now you were going to get it, with your new faction. Your new family.

The train was rushing by at a terrifying speed, and the Dauntless-born were giddily jumping on like it was the most natural thing in the world. Transfers were beginning to jump too, courage building in them by the second. You knew you would have to jump soon but you were rooted to the ground.

As you were tensing up preparing to jump a tall, slim, blond boy in Amity attire slid up to you. He angled his gaze down toward you, a mischievous grin tugging his lips.

“Nervous?” he asked. His green eyes sparkled with mischief. You weren’t sure if his question was meant as a taunt or a challenge, so you stepped closer to the edge. Defiance flared through you and, without breaking his gaze, you jumped.

Your breath was knocked from your chest as you desperately tried to grab onto the train. You jumped second’s too early, landing on the side of the train instead of inside the car. You felt the train shake with weight as more people jumped onto the it, but you were still scrambling for purchase, your right hand gripping the door frame you meant to jump through. Your feet were dangling dangerously close to the tracks, and you tried to get your right foot into the train car.

You were about to give up and let gravity take its hold on you, but you felt hands grip your arm and yank you into the car. You landed on top of whoever just saved your life, and saw the same Amity boy grinning up at you.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” he answered his own question and didn’t move to push you off him. You scoffed, rolled your eyes, and then stood up in the packed train car. You offered him your hand, and he pulled himself off the ground with your help. “I’m Jason by the way.”

“Good for you Jason, but I don’t remember asking,” you spun away heading deeper into the crowd. Unfortunately, Jason followed.

“You know you sound very unappreciative, seeing how I just saved your life,” he pointed out.

You rolled your eyes again, but turned around to face Jason anyway, “If I say ‘thank you’ will you stop following me?”

“Probably not. But a ‘thanks’ would be appreciated.” He grinned again, unrelentingly happy.

You spotted an open space on the wall and leaned against it, grateful to rest your aching body. You figured by the time you woke up in morning tomorrow you would just be a walking bruise. Jason positioned himself in front of you, eyebrows raised in expectation. You huffed but gave in.

“Fine,” you spat. “Thank you for saving my life. Now go away before I end yours.” Your threat was empty, you didn’t really know the first thing about killing somebody, but you figured by the time you finished Dauntless training you would.

“You’re welcome,” he said, sounding supremely satisfied, “but I’m not going to leave. The way I see it we have a bond now, you and I, and we’re going to need friends in Dauntless. Since you already trust me with your life I think we’ve got a pretty solid friendship.”

“Who says I trust you with my life?” you asked appalled.

“Well I did save your life, and I would do it again if I needed to,” the venerability on Jason’s face told you every word he said was serious. Something inside you said that making friends before arriving at Dauntless Headquarters was risky, and so was trusting a happy-go-lucky Amity kid was too, but it gave you a sense of relief that you knew someone would have your back no questions asked. You shook off the foreboding feeling, and let a small grin crack your stoic features.

“Okay, fine,” you muttered ruefully. “You can stick around, but cut this positivity crap or I might actually shoot you.”

Jason’s eyes lit up and you almost took back what you said, but before you could open your mouth he slung his arm around your shoulder like you two had been best friends your whole lives.

“This is great, we’re going to be the most badass transfers in all of Dauntless, we should definitely get matching tattoos, maybe our names in an infinity sign…” Jason kept rambling nonsense and you took this as a chance to reflect on your new life. You had already made a friend in your new faction, which you hoped would be a plus. You had survived jumping on the train, thanks to your new friend. You thought about your friends and family you had left behind in Erudite but didn’t feel sad. You were excited to start your new life, make new friends, new family. Faction before blood.

Your deep thoughts were interrupted by Jason asking a question that actually required a response from you. “By the way, what is your name? You failed to introduce yourself properly after I saved your life,” Jason still had his arm around you but you didn’t feel inclined to push it off.

You had thought a lot about what you would call yourself in your new faction. You didn’t exactly dislike your name now, but this was a whole new you and you would decide how people saw you starting with your name.

“Y/N,” you told Jason. Y/N had been your favorite of the ones you had thought of, and you thought it would fit well with your new Dauntless life.

“Okay, Y/N,” Jason went on. “I promise you this, right now, we are going to stick together. We’re both going to need someone, so we can’t hide things from each other, we can’t lie to each other, and we can’t betray each other. There are going to be plenty of other people to do those things to us once we get to Dauntless, and we need both need someone to trust. Do you think you can do that?”

“Whatever you say, Jason,” you told him annoyed but also relieved he was taking this so serious. Jason was right, you both needed allies, being transfers, and somehow you knew Jason wouldn’t betray you. You were wary of his intentions and whether this friendship was a ploy to get into your pants, but you would get to that later when you were sure the Dauntless had no more surprises to throw at you.

“This is bullshit!” you yelled as you walked into your new initiate dorm. You kicked the closest bunk, then regretted it as pain shot through your right foot. You turned to Jason and the other stony-faced transfers who began to claim bunks around the room. “They expect us to compete to be in their shitty elitist faction, and kick us out if were not up to their standards?”

You were infuriated when the initiate trainers informed you all that you all would be going through weeks of training to see which of you would be allowed to join Dauntless. Those of you who didn’t make the cut would be forced to live as Factionless.

“Calm down Y/N, it’s not as bad as it seems,” Jason tried to put his arm around you but you pushed him away, too worked up to be confined. You also thought this was a very inappropriate time to be trying to put the moves on you, but you pushed that away too.

“Yes it is Jason, how can you be okay with this?” you turned to your fellow initiates, who all seemed to be okay with taking this ultimatum lying down. “How can any of you be okay with this? “You chose us, now we get to choose you,”” you quoted one of the trainers who informed you all about this twisted competition they were forcing on you. Eric. Pompous, arrogant, dick-head were all words that came to mind when you thought of the trainer. He seemed to relish in the anxiety that overtook you all when he told you about how initiation worked.

“What are we going to do about it?” asked a girl bitterly from the other side of the room. She had long black hair and was dressed in Candor white and black. “If you’d like to go to the trainers and demand them to change the rules, by all means, be my guest, but the rest of us would rather not be kicked to the Factionless on our first day.”

“Today or a month from today, what does it matter? There are thirty of us here, but only half of us are going to become Dauntless. Shouldn’t we at least try to fight it, isn’t that truly Dauntless, to fight against what you’re told?” You looked around the room after your impromptu speech, hoping you had inspired the small group that would be even smaller in a month’s time. But all you saw was the same passive, stony faces as before, and a few that had turned annoyed. One of them the Candor girl who was still glaring at you. “Fine, if none of you will do anything, I will.”

“You can’t go alone,” Jason made to follow you, but you pushed him into a nearby bunk. His face contorted with hurt, but not because you had pushed him. You immediately regretted it, but you were angry with him for not agreeing with you and standing up to the rest of the initiates. You two had only known each other for hours, but he was all you had now. After jumping off the train together, you two had jumped off the roof together too. You first, and then him. During the tour of Dauntless HQ, he had never left your side. You thought the two of you were ride or die now, but apparently not.

You rushed into the hallway, still filled with anger at the Dauntless for throwing you into this convoluted competition and wanting to confront them for it. Jason followed you, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop and turn to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked you. “You can’t go storming off, kicking in doors and demanding for the Dauntless to change their rules. That’s not how it works.”

“Whatever Jason, why do you even care?” you were boiling and you really didn’t want to take your anger out on Jason, but you would if he wouldn’t let you go. “If I get myself kicked out, those are just better odds for you.”

Jason stared at you incredulously, like you had said you liked to ride flying pigs. “Are you kidding,” he asked seriously. “If you get kicked to the Factionless, I’m going with you. I thought we had established that you and I are in this together.”

“You would turn Factionless with me?” you whispered, amazed at his dedication to someone who had been a complete stranger to him this morning.

“Of course I would,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You would do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

Your breath caught as he asked you this, but said, “I don’t know. I’m sorry Jason but I really don’t think I could.” You expected his face to shatter at your truthfulness but instead, he just smiled softly.

“That’s okay, Y/N, I’ve always been pretty overcommitted. Anyway, I wouldn’t want you to give up your shot at being Dauntless for me. Which is why I don’t think you should go do this. You need to preserve your chance and not throw it away on the first night here.”

Your anger had deflated long ago, and you had started thinking clearly again. You realized how you had almost jeopardized your chance at becoming Dauntless before training had even started and berated yourself for being so narrow-minded.

You let out a deep breath and wrapped your arms around a surprised Jason. He returned the embrace though, hugging you tightly.

“You really think I have a chance at making it?” you asked into his shoulder.

“Better than any of those other losers,” he responded making you both chuckle.

You were still hugging when you saw someone broad round the corner of the hallway, heading for the two of you.

“Hey!” a deep voice yelled. You and Jason jumped apart, turning to the blond guy storming toward the two of you. It was Eric. The same Eric you were headed to scream at five minutes ago. As he stopped in front of the two of you, and you could clearly see the muscle definition in his thick arms and chest you were glad Jason had stopped you. Eric had several piercings you hadn’t noticed from a distance earlier, and tattoos laced his arms and neck. He towered over both you and Jason, and his menacing glared completed his overall threatening look. “I know you trainees are new here, and the rules are probably different over at Amity,” Eric sneered at Jason still dressed in Amity red. “But here in Dauntless, you can’t sneak out at night to suck face in a dark corner when you’ve got training in the morning. The only time you’re supposed to be outside your dorms is when you’re training or eating. And you’re never allowed to be out past curfew. Training starts early in the morning and by the looks of you, you need it desperately.” This time Eric’s comments seemed to be directed at you. He looked you up and down, his expression unreadable, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“You two lovers should get to bed,” he said the word lovers with extra venom, “before I kick you to the Factionless now.”

Jason pulled you back into the dorm quickly, and you threw a last gaze at Eric before the door closed. He was still watching you his face an impenetrable mask.


A Darkiplier Theory

Sthis is my first “markiplier” based theory!! Anyways this is basically what i think Darkiplier is like and i’m drawing a lot of my ideas from A Date With Markiplier and from Mark’s February Charity Livestream where he talked about Darkiplier. Oh and if you haven’t seen either A Date With Markiplier or his February Charity Livestream go watch it so you know what i’m talking about! 

First thing before i talk about my view of Darkiplier i’m just going to first bring up some certain things i found interesting in the Darkiplier route. So to start off Mark takes you to the theater to see a play and you have two options you get to pick from either “Romance” or “Horror” now when i choose Horror for the first time and i saw the name “The Dark Mark” i knew that it might be Darkiplier ahead. So you and Mark sit down and as usual he offers you popcorn but he immediately says that the play is starting. The camera pans back to see if Mark is still there and he isn’t. Now i’m going to stop here for a second why would Mark be gone? Mark said that him and Dark are separate people so Dark possessing Mark isn’t an option my only guess is that Dark took him before you looked back. Back to the Darkiplier route, after you turn back the screen starts to become all glitchy which is very unsettling. Then you are greeted by Darkiplier. He says to you “Did you miss me? I missed you very much.” I’m going to stop again, why would Dark miss us? It might be because we haven’t seen him in a long time. Well to save me time i’m actually going to quote everything Dark says in the Horror option. And if i put certain words in bold and that means you should focus on it.

“Did you miss me? I missed you…..very much. I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again, I’ve been pushed aside, replaced, mocked. And then he had the gall to not invite me on his little adventure with you. No more…never again. I’ve been waiting patiently, he promised me he would let me in again. I’m tired of giving people a choice. But i suppose i can give you one last option. Take you’re pick anything of four different choices more than he could ever give you. And let’s see how far down this rabbit hole really goes. So take your pick, show me what you got. And maybe….we can have a good date after all.” 

So that’s it for the Horror option and i also wanted to add this but after he says no more never again he then says “it’s my turn now.” Anyways now it’s time to focus on the bold stuff. Now Dark says that he was pushed away, replaced and mocked. What i think that means is because if you guys know Mark rarely brings Dark out so that could fit the i’ve been pushed aside part. Now with the replaced part i could think that maybe Mark puts other characters for example Warfstache over Dark. Now my next guess is kind of stretching it but maybe Dark is referring to Antisepticeye? Because at the beginning of this year Jack was bringing out Anti a few times so that shifted our attention to him. And if you didn’t watch Jack’s Pax Opening video Anti appears. And Anti says a lot of similar stuff that Dark has said. Like “Did you miss me?” Now in that video Anti says “You thought i was gone, not worrying about anything. You all thought i was gone, but i’ve been here this entire time! Keeping eye on things. You stopped paying attention! Well i hope you’re happy. You found someone new. Threw me inside! Someone to replace me!” Now i want you to notice that Jack uploaded this video on March 8th 2017. While A Date with Markiplier came out on Valentine’s Day. So maybe Anti is referring to Dark. Now what i find weird is that they both say that they are replaced and once again what i think is that they are being replaced by each other. But time to focus more on the rest of the stuff Dark says. Now Dark then says that he’s mocked, i can understand why he says this. Mark always makes fun of Dark calling him an emo. Now moving on more Dark says that Mark didn’t invite him on this date with us. And that it will never happen again. Now apparently Mark did have intentions of inviting Dark but then he decided against it. Which may have crushed Dark. Now when Dark says it won’t happen ever again that’s where i got stuck how would Dark make sure that doesn’t happen? Kill Mark? Dark later goes on to say that he has been waiting patiently for us and that Mark had promised that Dark can come along. Maybe Dark has feelings for us and that he wants to be with us? Now i’m going to continue and quote all of Freedom. 

“Good choice…But why do we have to choose in life? If dinner is what you want then i can provide. And i can take you wherever you’d like to go. I can especially take you to places you DON’T want to go. It’s exciting.. Knowing that there are endless possibilities waiting for you. I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING. I’ve been waiting a long time. To get some personal time between us..THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME. So…Now that we are here together…We can really get to know each other. You just need to let me in….It’s as simple as that..You’re never EVER going to escape me… Not now.”  

So let’s start with Dark giving us dinner. He says that he can provide us with dinner what i think that means is that since Mark fucked up by misplacing his wallet maybe Dark is saying that he can provide dinner and pay for it. Now he says that he can take us wherever we want and that he can also take us to place we don’t want to be. Now that i don’t understand him taking us anywhere i understand but still. And i don’t know what he means when he says that he can take us to places we don’t want to go. Maybe Darkiplier’s Sex Chamber? Lol.. Now when Dark screams i can give you anything. Personally i think he’s just trying to get to us like ordering us to stay with him. Now with the next thing Dark says he wants personal time with us a lot. And then we follow that up with him saying there’s nothing us or Mark can do to stop him. With that line i’m getting Antisepticeye vibes again. Because Anti would say the same exact thing i believe he said something similar in Say Goodbye. With Dark saying you need to let me in and that we will never ever escape him. What i think that means is that if he can make sure that Mark is gone Dark can have us forever. 

Now to the final part of the Darkiplier Route which i will cover both the Left option and the Right option. Now with both Mark and Dark speaking i will make this easier for you the bold text is Dark speaking while the regular text is Mark. 

“Shoot him. Shoot him now. Please. You don’t have much time he’s going to kill everybody. Shoot Him. He needs to die. He is Dark, he is bad. What are you talking about why are you even debating this? Shoot him now he is Dark, I’m Mark. Don’t listen to him he’s a liar. He’s a liar, he’s weird, he’s got weird eyes. Don’t trust him at all. He’s weird. He does bad things to good people.”

Now i’m going to do the Left option first to finish up the Darkiplier stuff then i will go on to the Right option.

“You made the right call. Come here, it’s okay, it’s okay. Oh man. I’m so sorry, are you okay? You had to kill somebody….I feel so bad. But hey, it’s okay. We’re here now. We can continue the date with some ice cream. It’s going to be alright. Just relax. We’ll enjoy some nice, dairy-based treats. And um, get to know each other. Really, personally. Go ahead. Oops. Looks like you made the wrong choice. But now we’re going to be together. FOREVER.” 

Now onto the Right option. 

“You made the right call. Come here. Oh man i’m so sorry about that. You literally had to kill somebody, but luckily you’re taking it in stride. So let’s get back to the date. Relax with some nice ice cream. There you are. Oh! sit sit! Let’s just relax and enjoy our ice cream together. And get to know each other again. As.. man and you.. Go ahead! Go on. Anyway. It’s been a bit of a crazy date, i know. But i still want to get to know you. Soo maybe we can go out again sometime? You never know what kind of trouble we’ll get into next time, I mean if you had to kill somebody, who knows what you’re going to do next time. Soo let’s give it a try huh? Maybe? I’m worth it.”

And that was the right option. Now there is a difference between the two options and its the way they speak. Darkiplier at first is really reassuring to you and then how he says he really wants to know you personally. While with Mark he is his normal goofy self. Now that was A Date with Markiplier. Now i’m going to talk about his personality.

If you watched Mark’s February Charity Livestream you will know that Mark said that Darkiplier is a Social Manipulate what that means is that Dark basically leads you in to gain his trust and then he will use that against you. Mark also says that Darkiplier is a completely separate person from Markiplier. But similar to Warfstache he doesn’t obey the laws of physics. What that means is that both Dark and Warfstache live in different worlds but start to bleed into Mark’s world. Although Dark is separate from Mark, Dark admires everything Mark has done like all of his accomplishments. Mark basically describes Dark as a person using Mark as a human suit and using that suit good. 

Well this was super long but it was worth it so have a photo of Darkiplier 

He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  

Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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Gajevy Love Week 2017 - Day 2 - Matching

Gajeel was hunched over his workbench working on what looked like a long, thin piece of metal when Levy got out of the shower. She jumped onto the bed, not bothering to remove either towel as she sprawled out.

“Hey, Gajeel?”

She got a grunt as a response. It was hard to get anything more out of him while he was working.

“You know it’s the guild Halloween party tomorrow?”

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Life of the Zodiacs #1

“I can’t believe I actually agreed to move in with all of you,” Capricorn sighed and pushed his thin glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Scorpio nodded in agreement, “I’m only here for Pisces’ sake. I don’t trust that Leo guy. Well, that and Cancer wouldn’t stop crying to me about protecting her from the ‘evil gingers’.”

“Well I think it’s going to be fun!” Libra smiled brightly and skipped ahead towards Leo who was leading the pack, along with Virgo’s help when it came to directions of course. “We’re going to be one big family!”

“Like hell we are,” The Gemini twins spoke simultaneously from the back of the group. Gem was the female twin, while Nye was her male counterpart. They were both equally sarcastic as they were manipulative.

Taurus groaned, “Why did we have to walk? We would have already gotten there if we drove like I suggested.”

“No one had a good car,” Sagittarius shrugged. “Virgo had to sell our squad’s van to pay her part of the apartment cost and the only other person who has a car big enough to fit all of us is Aquarius, but he wrecked it last week.”

“Not my fault!” Aquarius threw his hands up in defense. “That sign came out of nowhere, and then suddenly it was in the middle of my hood.”

“That’s because you weren’t paying attention and you ran right into it. You crashed into a damn stop sign!”

“I blame witchcraft.”

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dachi-chan25  asked:

I'm sending another prompt cuz this ship deserves more LOVE : “You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.”

Thank you, I love you! And you’re quotes are amazing, keep em coming.

Chapter 1: First Grade

The day I met Betty, I knew she was something special. This little girl with blond pigtails and big green eyes, who’s smile lit up the room the second she walked in. I noticed her because she noticed me. She bounced over to where I was sitting and said,

“Hi, I’m Betty Cooper, what’s your name?” I was a shy, awkward child with only one friend. Archie Andrews, a nice boy whom I had known my entire life. But Archie wasn’t in my class that year, so I spent most of the time keeping to myself. I barely knew how to respond to someone talking to me, especially in such a happy way.

“I’m Jughead…Jones, the third.” I finally responded. Betty let out a cute giggle and sat down across from me.

“That’s a funny name. I’m new, my family just moved here. I don’t have any friends, and since you are sitting alone I thought maybe you could use a friend too. Want to be friends?”

Betty asked me that in the blunt way that only a child could. I told her yes, mainly because I was so shocked that I don’t think I could’ve said anything other than what she wanted to here. Betty immediately took me under her wing. She was the new girl, but she fit in better at school then I ever had. Betty forced me out of my comfort zone. She dragged me to school and town events that I normally would’ve avoided like the plague.

Even as a first grader, I was aware that Betty was different from the others. She was both kind and strong. She never let anyone say a bad word about me. She once punched a kid who had tripped me on purpose.

Imagine this. A tiny, pretty, first grade girl punching the biggest, meanest kid in our grade. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. 

Betty and I were walking home after school, minding our own business when a boy named Reggie stuck his foot out and tripped me. I went sprawling, the books in my arms flying everywhere. I heard Reggie and his pals laughing.

“Leave him alone!” A small voice rang out. I looked up to see Betty standing in front of Reggie, her little hands in fists by her side. She was at least a head shorter than Reggie, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

“What are you going to do about it, new girl?” Reggie teased, sending another wave of laughter through his friends. Before anyone had time to react, Betty had swung her arm and punched Reggie right in the face. He stumbled backwards, holding his cheek and looking at her in shock. Betty simply tossed her ponytail, turned on her heel, and walked over to me. She stuck her hand out and helped me up.

“Let’s go Juggie” She said, taking my hand and pulling me away. I wish I could say that Reggie never bothered me again, but I can’t. What I can say was that he was always careful never to end up on the wrong side of Betty ever again.

“What are you writing Juggie?” Jughead looked up from his laptop in surprise to find none other than Betty sitting across from him.

“Betty? When did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago, you were really absorbed in your writing, it must be something good.”

“I think it will be.” Jughead leaned forward across the table to give her a kiss. “And hi.” He smiled sitting back down.

“Hi, so what are you writing?” She asked again

“A story”

“About…?” She quirked her eyebrows, obviously wondering why he was being so evasive.

“I’ll let you know when its finished.” Jughead answered, knowing that didn’t really satisfy her question. But she simply shrugged and pulled out a book from her backpack.

“Then you better get writing.”

Chapter 2: Archie Andrews

Archie and Betty hit it off immediately when I introduced the two of them. I knew they would, they were both energetic, kind people who always saw the best in everything.

To tell the truth, I was a bit nervous that they would become amazing friends and forget all about me, but that did not happen. Betty and Archie never once made me feel like an outsider, or like I was different from the two of them. Which let’s be honest, I was the odd one out. But with the two of them I never felt like that.

The summer after first grade was one of the best of my life. Archie, Betty and I did everything together. We called ourselves the Three Musketeers. We spent the entire summer roaming through Riverdale, finding secret spots and playing great adventure games.

Betty was the one who started calling us the Three Musketeers. She started it after Archie proposed a pirate game where I was a pirate who had kidnapped Betty and he was the brave captain sent to rescue her. Betty had put her hands on her hips and fixed Archie with a terrifying stare.

“Archie Andrews, I am not a damsel in distress. If you want to play something, how about we play the Three Musketeers, cause I can fight just as well as both of you.”

And so we had played the Three Musketeers and neither of us had ever suggested that Betty play the part of damsel in distress ever again.

Oh, how I wish that summer could’ve lasted forever, but like all good things, it had to come to an end.

Second grade was when thing really began to change. Betty and Archie were in the same class, I unfortunately was left the odd person out.

For a little while, it was like nothing had changed from the summer, but I began to notice small shifts in our friendship. Betty and Archie developed a closer bond because they were spending so much time together. They still included me, but I began to feel more like a third wheel than one of the musketeers.

Then Betty started tutoring Archie.

Then Archie asked Betty to marry him.

Suddenly, everything had changed. I’m not even sure if they realized it, but suddenly it became Archie and Betty…oh and Jughead. 

They were young, and experiencing their first major crush, and I don’t blame them for their actions, but it became all about how they felt about each other. This was something that unfortunately continued in the years to come. I watched Archie and Betty do an exasperating dance for years. They pushed down their feelings, too scared it would change their friendship. 

I watched Betty fall hard for Archie, who seemed to remain oblivious. I listened to her complain about a new girl he was with. I comforted her when Archie did something to hurt her feelings.

All the while, I waited. I waited for Betty to wake up one day and realize that while she had been crushing on Archie all of these years, I had been crushing on her.

“Jughead” Betty’s voice once again brought him from his writing. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows, wondering why she had interrupted him. Jughead found Betty looking at him intently. They stared at each other for a few moments before Jughead gave in with a sigh.

“What is it Betty?”

“You were frowning. Quite intensely might I add. Trouble with your writing?”

“More like troubling subject matter.” Jughead replied, avoiding Betty’s eyes.

“Juggie…” He could feel Betty’s gaze on him. He finally looked up.

“Betty, I promise I will tell you, I’ll even let you read it. But you just need to wait until its finished.”

“Not even a hint?” Betty teased.

“It’s a fascinating narrative, just like all of the stories I love to write.” Jughead winked at her

“Juggie! That tells me nothing.”

“I know, and you won’t find out anything unless you let me get back to my writing.”

“Fine” Betty stuck her tongue out at Jughead.

Chapter 3: Changing Times

This pattern continued until the summer before our sophomore year. Everything changed that summer. Betty went away for an internship, Archie didn’t go away physically, but he still became distant.

I found myself alone in Riverdale for the first time since I met Archie.

I poured myself into my novel about Jason Blossom’s disappearance, trying to pretend that I didn’t notice the absence of my friends.

School felt like a foreign country without my Archie and Betty to help me navigate. I was avoiding Archie at all costs, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to see Betty yet. I knew she must have a lot on her mind, with what had happened to her sister. Plus she was usually surrounded by Kevin and the new girl, Veronica Lodge. 

I kept waiting to find Betty alone, but it never seemed to work out that way. So, I continued pouring myself into my novel and isolating myself into a booth at Pop’s. That is, until Archie came into Pop’s after a dance, looking for Betty.

That was the night when hope returned.

I found out that Betty had finally confessed her feelings and that Archie had told her that he didn’t feel the same.  I hated that Betty was hurting, but another part of me, and not a small part, was glad that she could finally move on.

She had been pining after Archie Andrews for too long. Archie was a great guy and my best friend, but he didn’t love Betty in the way that she deserved.

I am not good at expressing my emotions, but the moment I found out what happened, I wanted to run over to Betty’s and pour out my heart. The only thing that stopped me was knowing that Betty was still grieving over the loss of the idea of her and Archie. I knew I needed to give her time. Time to heal and time to move on.

So I waited. It killed me, but I waited.

Archie and I slowly made up. I was glad to have my friend back, but he and Betty were still awkward around one another so it was not quite like old times. I wasn’t sure if we would ever be able to get back to being the Three Musketeers.

Then, one night, Archie and I were walking into Pop’s for some burgers. Archie stopped dead right inside the door. I turned to follow his gaze and locked eyes with none other than Betty Cooper. She looked so beautiful it was like a punch to the gut. 

Both Archie and I waited to see what she was going to do. When she asked us to join her, it was like a weight had been lifted. I gladly agreed, hopping over the booth so I could sit across from Betty. She laughed and wagged her finger at me.

The four of us spent the night laughing and joking. It was almost like old times, just with a plus one. I knew that Archie and Betty were repairing their friendship and I had hope that things would soon be back to normal.

Well, normal between them at least. I wanted things between Betty and myself to be far from normal. I wanted something new. Of course, I was still waiting for a sign from her.

“Jughead!” Betty pratically yelled. Jughead jumped and looked up at her in annoyance.

“Why on earth are you yelling Betts?” 

“Because you didn’t respond the first three times I said your name.”

“Oh…” Jughead looked sheepish

“What I wanted to say is that it’s late and my mom imposed a curfew with what has been going on. So, I’ll leave you to your writing and see you tomorrow.” Betty said standing up.

“Wait!” Jughead quickly saved his document and closed his computer, jumping up next to Betty. “Let me walk you home.”

“Don’t be silly Juggie, you’re really into your writing, I can tell. It’s no problem, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She leaned in and kissed him lightly in the mouth and turned away, but Jughead wasn’t about to let that happen. He grabbed her hand and started walking out with her.

“You don’t be silly. It’s not safe out there, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you got home safe and sound?”

“The tortured, moody, writer kind.” She said, nudging her shoulder against his, but she was smiling brightly and Jughead could tell that she was grateful for his company.

Chapter 4: Blue and Gold

When Betty asked me to help out with reviving the school newspaper I pretended to consider it, even though I had known from the moment I stepped in the room what she wanted and that I would say yes.

I would do anything for Betty, especially when she flashed those puppy dog eyes at me.

But, I probably would’ve said yes even if I wasn’t crushing on her. Because Betty and I were both driven by the same thirst for the truth. I wanted truth for my novel, and she wanted it because she needed to figure out what happened to her sister, but our goals were still the same. Uncover the real story, find the liars, and get the truth out to everyone.

Betty and I spent a lot of long hours together in that dusty news room. Most of the time we were absorbed in our own stories, but occasionally we would bounce ideas off of one another. We had many long discussions about what could be happening and how to find the truth.

Betty told me everything she knew about Polly and Jason.

I told her everything I knew about Archie and Ms. Grundy.

As we uncovered more secrets, we grew closer and closer. We were each others confidants. We were the only ones that we were 100 percent sure that we could trust.

I wish it had been under better circumstances. I wish that a boy didn’t have to die, but I am thankful for what it led to.

One night, Betty and I heard pretty shocking information. When she turned to look at me, I saw a complex series of emotions flicker across her face. She asked me if I believed what we had heard. I told her that I did, scanning her face to see if she agreed. Her expressions were closed off, so I was forced to ask her if she believed.

What happened next was something that I had been waiting for. Betty reached up and put her hands on my neck. I could feel her thumb rubbing my cheek gently.

“I believe you Jughead.” Now her expression was open. Her eyes were so vulnerable, so full of trust. I could do nothing but stare at her for a few seconds, barely able to believe what was happening.

Then I kissed her.

It was everything that I had imagined and hoped it would be.

I kept my eyes closed for a few moments after the kiss, half afraid that I would open them up and find that it had all been a dream. But when I finally opened my eyes, I found Betty smiling at me.

Beautiful, sweet, caring, fierce, kind, strong, incredible Betty.

We had kissed and she was smiling at me like I was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. I have to imagine that I was looking at her the same way.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into first grade with those god forsaken pigtails.” I confessed. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. So I settled with telling her about my long standing crush. Betty had giggled and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first walked in and saw you scowling in a corner with that hat of yours askew on your head.” Betty had whispered.

We continued walking after that, but everything was different. Now, our fingers were intertwined and we walked so close together we kept bumping into one another.

Jughead walked up to Betty and kissed her as soon as he entered school. Betty looked up into his smiling face and couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you so happy about this morning?” She asked.

“I finished what I was writing, or I finished up to present day at least.” Jughead spoke quickly out of excitement.

“Can I read it?”

“Yes, follow me.” Jughead pulled her into the newsroom where they could be alone. He pulled the printed copy of his story out of his bag. “Okay, I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you all of this for a while now. I almost blabbed it the first time we kissed, and about a hundred times after that. But as you know, I am a lot better at words in the form of writing. So I wrote this, it’s our story Betty. At least what has happened so far. And I plan to fill a lot more pages with our adventures.” Having said his piece, Jughead handed Betty his story.

The Story of Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

Dedicated to Betty Cooper
“You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.” 

“Oh Juggie!” Betty exclaimed, running over to hug him. “This is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone was ever done for me. Thank you.”

“You’ve only read the first page!” Jughead protested with a laugh, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“And I already love it, now let go of me so I can read the rest”

God I love writing about Bughead! I will write about these two crazy kids until my fingers bleed.

Send me a Bughead prompt and I’ll write a drabble!  

So, I was listening to my music library after reading @kazliin​‘s incredible fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches for the third or fourth time and I thought, “this song really fits. Oh wait. so does this one. Oh no”. 

And this happened.

I’ve never really done anything like this before, and all the music is from my own personal library and therefore has a fair amount of the same bands. I also don’t have a ton of super angsty music so unfortunately I don’t have much for the first few chapters. 

Almost everything from Viktor’s point of view is simply what I think happened and it’s possible it’s wrong, so take it with a grain of salt. 

Feedback, suggestions, etc. is very welcome.

Here is a link to the playlist on Youtube. I tried to set it up in order of chapter but some of it’s a little wacky because the songs fit multiple chapters. 

Explanations & matching quotes under the read more.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt 15 Elucien. Maybe Elain getting all bold.

“What the hell is this shit?”

I looked to my left to see a flash of holly being ripped from the wall and onto the carpeted floor, its plastic green leaves crinkled.

“I can’t believe we have to work on Christmas Eve,” my coworker, Amren, fumed.

I sighed, putting my face in my hands as she went on a tirade in the teacher’s lounge, efficiently taking down all the decorations I had put up last night. The adorable wreath hung on the door was thrown like a frisbee across the room. The homemade paper snowflakes were angrily plucked from the walls. And finally, the mistletoe was grabbed from the ceiling despite the tiny height of the girl I call my friend (for some unknown reason that I’ll never comprehend).

“It’s festive,” I told her earnestly. “The kids love it!”

My insistent cheer was ignored as per usual.

My motto was that the Christmas season was the best one. The smell of pine, flurrying snow in the early hours of the morning, a cozying fire roaring in the living room… And the fact that we have the chance to get our students in the holiday spirit made it more special.

Amren on the other hand is what some would call… reluctant. To the idea of joy. She described the holiday as, and I quote, “the miserable day when a fat dude decided to throw up bright and happy shit.”

To put it blatantly, she was the Grinch.

And somehow, this pessimistic science teacher was my best friend. We met when I began teaching at Velaris Elementary School just three years ago. I have to admit, when I was first introduced to her, I didn’t quite understand her motivation for being a teacher; for being around children and people for the majority of the day. But the more I got to know Amren, the more I realized that she’s really just a soft hearted teddy bear with a small bitter front.

“I’m so fucking done with the administration. Those bastards!”

Okay, maybe not a teddy bear. But she was good at heart.

After muttering to herself some more, she finally sat down next to me on a plastic chair.

Blowing a strand of dark raven hair from her eyes, she peered over at me. “On the upside, have you seen the new gym teacher? He started just this week and he’s hot.”

The old P.E teacher had gone on maternity leave a month ago, and the school had been struggling with finding a permanent replacement. For weeks I had been hearing horrible things about the temp from my first graders. Come to think of it, they haven’t mentioned the mean substitute since last Friday.

“I haven’t. But my students must like him because they haven’t complained all week.”

“You should go down to the gym and peek in,” she waggled her thickly lined brows.

“I can’t – my lunch break ends in five minutes,” I told her. Checking my watch, I got to my feet.
She groaned.

“Can’t let down the kids!” I chirped, waving her goodbye and pushing through the door. Humming a Christmas tune to myself, I rounded the corner leading to the first grade hallway sharply.

And I bumped right into a wall.

I blindly reached out, hoping to somehow break my fall, but to no avail.

I was a goner. There was no stopping me now. I let out a sigh in slow motion and braced myself for the impact.

However, before I could reach the ground, a broad pair of hands grabbed onto me.

The wall had hands.

Strong hands that were wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling on my butt in the middle of the hallway,

I looked up at the wall with hands through my lashes.

The wall was definitely not a wall.

No, it was a beautiful, flustered man who was tightly holding me upright. His hair was deep red, a few strands falling into his russet eyes like leaves fall in the autumn. I lowered my eyes past his sharp jaw to the strong column of his neck where a teacher ID was hanging from.

Lucien Merricks. P.E Instructor.

He cleared his throat, a deep rumbling in his chest. My gaze returned to eyes the color of warm chocolate that were staring deeply into my own, an eyebrow quirked in question.

A blush rose to my cheeks.

“Hi, Mr. Merricks.”

Mr. Merricks? I was so lame.

“Ms. Archeron.” His gaze dipped to my own ID hanging on top of my Christmas sweater that was telling him to have a ‘Meow-y Christmas’. “Are you okay?” he asked me, a small smile tugging his full lips upward after seeing the festive kitten on my sweater.

I inwardly groaned. Of course I chose today to wear the most nerdy shirt I own. Amren even had a name for my persona – The Dorky Dilemma.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak again.

He slowly brought me upright once more and I took a step back from him.

This is the new gym teacher, I thought to myself. Amren really wasn’t lying about him.

Peering up at him again, I noticed he was already staring at me. However, I noticed something above our heads. Hanging from the ceiling was a string of mistletoe.

I cringed and mentally slapped my forehead. Why did I think it was a good idea to put that up?

Probably because I wanted two fellow teachers – and friends – to find themselves stuck under it and kiss. Mor and Azriel could be so stubborn at times.

That plan didn’t seem to be working as well as I thought it would.

He followed my gaze, eyes widening when he saw the green plant.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

To hell with it.

Before I could take another moment to think about it, I stood on my toes and flung myself at him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

I have to give the guy credit. It’s hard catching a 5’2 girl who throws herself at your face with her face. Especially one in a Christmas cat sweater.

The man – Lucien – stood frozen for a moment as I pressed my lips against his.

Panic began to rise inside me when he didn’t respond to my mouth and I was about to pull away, mortified, when that same hand wrapped around my waist and fit me against his lean body. His other hand came up and grabbed my cheek as he moved his lips against mine.

I almost fainted right there.

He tasted like cinnamon and vanilla.

I felt entirely safe with his body around mine.

Too soon, he pulled away, eyes bright.

We stood a foot away in the middle of the hallway, both breathless.

“I-I’m Elain,” I told him.

“Lucien,” he grinned. “Will I be seeing you around?”

I nodded.

“Merry Christmas. That was quite possibly the greatest gift I could have received.”

He leaned in once more. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Elain.”

I merely nodded again, a smile taking over my face.

He squeezed my hand and walked away, leaving me speechless underneath the mistletoe.

Merry Christmas to me.