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Daddy - Chapter 13 - Ruined

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The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.  

I dedicate this to @believe-that-you-can-my-friend who wants to read some happy and fluffy smut :) and @mayberrry101  You girls ruin me with your fics in the best possible way and this chapter is dedicated to you!

Friday rolled around quickly and Jughead had been watching Jackson all week. It was a lot easier in Betty’s apartment where he knew what he could and could not do and Jughead was able to work at the table for the most part.  Once he got the hang of it, Jackson was a pleasure to spend time with and Jughead realized he was very well behaved once he realized he couldn’t get away with things with dad around.  By Friday they had a solid routine and Jughead insisted that he keep watching him, unless he had to go into the office, then they would have to find someone or he’d just take him with because there was an employee daycare at the publishing firm.  Betty called him around 4:00, and he smiled when he answered.

“Hey babe.“

“Hey you,” she said softly, the smile in her voice.  “Look, I’m so sorry to do this to you but I need to put in another hour here before I can head home, is that okay?”

“Sure hon, no problem.”

“Yeah, well, my mom is coming to pick up Jackson at 4:30…”

“Oh Christ, really?  Can’t you tell her to come a little later?” Jughead asked with a sigh.

“I tried but they have some circus thing her and John are taking him to and she needs to pick him up by 4:30,” Betty explained apologetically.  

“Alright, well, what’s the worst that can happen?  You come home and find me beaten to a pulp?” he asked laughing.

“Oh ha ha, very funny,” she sighed.  “Don’t let her push you around and good luck.”  

“Yeah, see you soon babe.”

“Bye sweetie.”  

Jughead hung up and smiled.  He couldn’t wait to see her.  He missed her when she wasn’t around and he was looking forward to a couple days of nothing but him and Betty.  Alice killed his mood when she showed up at 4:30 sharp.  He opened the door to her insistent knock and she glared at him.  

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The ultimate ‘good girl’ outfit.   Cable knit V-neck sweater with jeans.   Could be a coed student, soccer mom, whatever.  Makes me feel more virtuous than I deserve to feel.

Title: Our Confession

@may85 requested: I gotta request Denny! He comes over to the readers house and finds her and her kid carving pumpkins. He realizes then that he’s in love with the reader? I’m in a fall mood! 🍁🍁

Character(s): Denny Duquette and Reader
Summary: Denny has a confession to make.
Word Count: 2,109
Warning: Fluff!!!
Author’s Note: THIS STORY GAVE ME ALL THE FEELS OK. Thank you, Jamie, for requesting this!!! I love love love writing for Denny, so thank you for sending this in! <3

(GIF Source: @jeffrey-daddy-morgan​)

“Are you still coming over to dinner?” You asked Denny, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear while you stirred the noodles into the pot.

“You know I am,” he chuckled from behind the phone. “Are you going to cook pasta?”

“It is your favorite, and my daughter’s, so yes.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you both at seven.”

“I’ll see you then, Denny.”

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anonymous asked:

hello kylie! i'm going to be starting school in about a month, and i'm in uni now but i've been wearing uniform for my whole life :o do you have any cute outfits to recommend? thank you!


- mostly great for layering under sweaters in colder weather, or as a thin overlayer in summer. other ways to wear: with a pinafore, tucked into shorts, with any kind of skirt tbh.

- mostly strap dresses because that’s what i tend to wear. strap dresses are great for wearing over any kind of tee or blouse or rib knit which is great if you’re running late. 

- great layered over a blouse or under a strap dress! 

jackets / coats


- i love wearing skirts :-) with a collared blouse, a t-shirt, a sweater, etc. etc. u can tuck almost anything into a skirt. (also why wear pants in winter when you can wear skirts with tights???)


sorry for the long post today :-) anyway i post a ton of outfits over here so maybe check out that tag for some ideas too?! plus a lot of the linked listings have outfit pics you can steal inspo from too.

Title: The New Candidate (Part 4.) 

Character(s): Patrick Sullivan and Ashley Wright (original female character)
Summary: Ashley joins the rest of her colleagues at the bar.
Word Count: 2,652
Author’s Note: Things are heating up! Also, the bar’s name “Molly’s” is from Chicago Fire, so I’m taking the idea that all the firefighters/paramedics/cops spend their time at that bar like it does in Chicago Fire. Enjoy! 

(GIF Source: @heartfulloffandoms)

Ashley slept in during her day off. She was sore and tired, but the thought of spending time with the rest of the firefighters outside of work excited her. She was going to see Patrick in a normal setting rather than the firehouse or a burning building. So, throughout her day, she cleaned around her apartment, waiting for nighttime to arrive.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to wear, but it was a bar. More than likely, she would share a few drinks with her colleagues and she highly doubted that there would be a dance floor at this particular bar. Besides, Ashley was aware of Molly’s. It was the home for many first responders varying from firefighters to paramedics to police officers. Ashley felt as if she was being welcomed into this prestigious club.

The day went by quickly and as the sun set and the moon rose in the night sky, her phone buzzed from the nightstand. It was Larry, making sure that she was still going.

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Jan-Jan Van Essche Collection #4 - UHURU SASA (2013)

Preparing for Paris Fashion Week, designer Jan-Jan Van Essche is back with his fourth annual collection Uhuru Sasa. Offering a loose silhouetted perspective for everyday wear, garments are cut with care for soft layers. From open-weave knits employed ascardigans and deep v-neck sweaters to elongated tops and billowing trousers, Jan-Jan Van Essche shares a romantic approach to menswear.

A little birthday fluff for wrathofthestag.

Scrolling through photos of Our Lord of the Cheekbones for @wrathofthestag’s birthday (as you do), I was inspired by the life ruiner’s h&m photoshoot from days of yore (2007), as seen below. So I wrote a little fic.

Meme bestie, sister wife, fellow member of Team Hannibal, this one’s for you. Happy birthday!

It’s The Little Things

They were on the couch, when it started, Will with his head settled on Hannibal’s lap, eyes closed, while Hannibal skimmed the day’s headlines, relaying any stories that he thought Will might enjoy. A year after their plummet from the cliff, the world was seemingly descending into chaos and no journalist worth their salt was interested in the possible survival of the “murder husbands.” Save Freddie Lounds, but Hannibal had always assumed she would require additional seasoning.

Will tipped his head to the side, opened one eye, and asked, in a sleepy murmur, “What’s your favourite colour?”

Hannibal felt his brows draw down in concern. Was Will perhaps running a fever, the effects of which had diminished his IQ far enough to draw such inanity?

He laid a hand on Will’s brow, causing the younger man to snort and squirm out from underneath it, admonishing, “I’m not sick, Hannibal, just curious.”

“My dear, Will, you are well acquainted with the depths of my own curiosity with regards to your person, but I am reasonably certain we have not yet so exhausted each other’s complexities as to be reduced to favourite colours.” He moved his hand up into Will’s hair and began gently stroking the curls.

“We’re a couple. On certain documents, we’re a married couple. Come on, Hannibal, I know your theories on Dante’s circles of hell, your opinions on why God allows suffering, your preference for the best way to skin a man.” Grinning, he raised himself up slightly to demand a kiss, which Hannibal duly bestowed. “I just thought it might be interesting to learn a few of your more prosaic details, add them to the ‘cannibals I love’ file.”

“Cannibals, plural?” Hannibal raised a brow.

Will settled himself back down and smirked. “Purely an administrative oversight. I assure you, you’re the only cannibal in my life.”

“As you are in mine.”

Will rolled his eyes, long past being uncomfortable with the label. “C’mon, answer my dumb question.”

Hannibal considered a paean to the blue of Will’s eyes when he was angered, or the pink of his lips after kissing Hannibal all afternoon. Instead, he chose to pander to Will’s sudden need for mundanity and plucked a colour at random: “Purple.”

“Hmm. Royalty. Figures.”

“I am an aristo-”

“Yes, yes, Count Doctor Hannibal ‘The Cannibal’ Lecter VIII, I know. Even if I wasn’t a sodding FBI agent and a respected academic, perfectly capable of doing my own research, you think I would have missed that particular issue of TattleCrime?”

“And yours, Professor Graham?”


Hannibal sighed. It seemed Will had decided to be purposefully obtuse today. “Your favourite colour, Will?”

“Oh. Um, maybe red?”

Hannibal took a moment to consider the way Will looked, bathed in that particular colour. “Yes, I can see the appeal,” he said, the lascivious smirk clearly evident in his tone, given that Will’s response was to drag him down into another kiss and, quite soon after, up into their bed.

And that, Hannibal reflected, should have been that: a forgettable exchange in a life filled with many more interesting things. Such as the noises Will made when Hannibal ran his tongue across his scars. Or the fact that Hannibal found it impossible to slip Will’s knots (not that he wanted to, given what Will did to him while he was tied up). Or the light in Will’s eyes that told Hannibal someone was going to die at their hands very, very soon.

Instead, the thought of prosaic details festered. Hannibal had never been a man for the prosaic. He lived for the high-flown, the complex, the inspired. Yet he found that he wanted the domestic, everyday side of this life with Will every bit as much as he wanted the sharp-edged, blood-soaked side of it. And then he had remembered that he had known one other person’s favourite colour, because children often knew such things.

Yellow. Like sunshine, and flowers. Or like our hair, Hannibal.

And suddenly, he couldn’t help himself.

“Which season do you prefer?” (Fall, I think. Cooler weather, the dogs can play in the leaves, plenty of fishing…)

“Would you prefer a vacation at the beach or in the mountains?” (Mountains, I guess. Does it matter? Hard to vacation when you’re in hidin’, darlin’.)

“What is your favourite flavour of ice cream?” (Why, have you made some, let me at it.)

“What is your favourite musical instrument?” (Not. Harpsichord.)

“Do you prefer sunrise, or sunset?” (I don't… really have a preference, what the hell is going on with you?)

This last was accompanied by an expression of pure bafflement from Will as he stood in the doorway of their en suite, mouth still ringed with foam from breaking off brushing his teeth to stare at his partner. Hannibal regarded him from their bed, where he was reclining, already dressed for bed in a pair of royal blue, silk sleep pants. He generally slept topless, now, at Will’s request – for a man previously certain of his heterosexuality, Will certainly used every opportunity he could for close contact with Hannibal’s chest hair.

“You said that, as a couple, we should know such things about each other. I am attempting to oblige. I wouldn’t want you to think I was not interested in every aspect of your being, Will.” Hannibal was mildly annoyed at Will’s obliviousness. Apparently his efforts had gone not only unappreciated but entirely unnoticed. Hannibal imagined that, were he capable of such things, he would be pouting right now.

“You’re pouting.” Will rolled his eyes and pointed his toothbrush at Hannibal. “Stay put. I need to rinse. Don’t. Move.”

“I am not one of your pack, William.”

There was a muttering from the bathroom that Hannibal suspected contained the words, would be a damn sight easier if you were. Hannibal heard the water stop and then Will stomped back into the room, past the bed and over to his set of drawers. He yanked the bottom one open and dug into the back of it, pulling out a slim, gift-wrapped, be-ribboned box, which he flung onto Hannibal’s stomach.

“That,” he said, gesturing at it and ignoring Hannibal’s protests, “is supposed to be for you, in two days time.”

“Two days…” Hannibal narrowed his eyes.

“Remember when I mentioned that I did my own research? Your birthday wasn’t exactly hard to find.”

“Will, I…”

“Yes, you are a giant, insecure baby who ruined his own birthday surprise. Open the box.”

“No, it—”

“Shut up and open it.” Will’s expression was so similar to the one of amused murderousness he wore just before a kill that Hannibal decided it was best to comply. Carefully, he slipped off the ribbon and divested the box of its black and gold shell. Inside, nestled in tissue, lay a fine knit, cashmere, v-neck sweater in a deep shade of violet.

“Purple?” Hannibal asked, turning a soft smile to Will.

“A mundane, domestic, boring, ordinary, purple fucking sweater for the love of my fucking life. Both sides of it. Happy birthday, almost.” The murderousness had now been overcome by the amusement.

Hannibal could do nothing but grab the front of Will’s t-shirt, replace the box in his lap with the empath and kiss the grin off his beautiful face.

“I’m sorry,” Hannibal gasped as they finally broke for air, “I’m so sorry I ruined the surprise. It just… it occurred to me that perhaps people who love each other should know such details and—”

Will placed a finger to his lips, stopping the uncharacteristic flow of apologies. “Shh. Don’t worry. Your big present is still to come.”

Two days later, Will gifted Hannibal with a beautiful set of Japanese patterned steel knives, and a man who had called them “godless faggots” to test them out on. Hannibal tried to ask the man his favourite colour but, as “please, for the love of Christ, don’t kill me,” wasn’t deemed an appropriate answer, he cut out the man’s tongue (the knives were, indeed, excellent quality) and painted him Will’s favourite colour instead.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any winter clothing combinations of any kind? Like coats or scarves, maybe bottoms if you can manage? I get cold very easily, so light stuff is appreciated as well, but heavier stuff is kind of preferred. Thank you in advance!!!


  • army green fluffy hood parka (i have this and it’s super warm, really good for cold weather)
  • oversized collar coat 
  • pastel rain jacket (something colourful to brighten up your winter)
  • pink + gray woolen coat (this one has some cute colour blocking)
  • tbh mixxmix coats are my FAVE they’re so cute and decently priced but i can’t link any since all their coats are sold out atm :~(
  • i’d recommend hitting up some thirft stores since you can sometimes find really nice coats for ~$20 (i found my fave coat for $2 for an op shop!!!)




some co-ordinates:

  • my classic winter look is a sweater + skirt + tights with a black raincoat and the scarf i mentioned above
  • collared shirt + sweater + denim jacket + skirt
  • turtleneck + long scarf + jeans / leggings
  • long sleeve + long skirt + long cardigan

sorry for the super long post!! sorry that i couldn’t post better links for some things, unfortunately the northern hemisphere is in summer so most of my fave winter items aren’t up ;n;

How to dress like a Hogwarts student

1-  Obtain the ordinary clothing. The Hogwarts uniform has many separate components, so pretty much all of the small details are optional because it would hardly be noticeable if they were missing. Be as thorough as you want to be with this. The items you can find in an average clothing store are:
     A plain white button-up shirt
     A dark gray; knitted v-neck sweater or cardigan or sleeveless sweater vest
     Dark gray trousers, or a skirt around knee-length
     Black tights or stockings (with skirt)
     Black shoes
     Dark gray socks
     Black robe

2-  Obtain the accessories. Now that you’ve got the main parts of the costume, it’s time to accessorize.
     First the house tie (striped red and gold, green and silver, yellow and black or blue and silver, according to whichever house you’re in)
     Second the pointed black hat
     Third the wand



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