look at her and her stupid grin

Ok listen

I know..I know that the bedroom scene from ep 5 was near perfect with all that tension and unspoken attraction…I know…..but just listen…. Jughead was nervous walking up the stairs inside the cooper house, the tie in his hand twisted painfully in his grip. What was he thinking? He felt uncomfortable in this getup. Like he looked stupid. Betty was probably going to laugh at him.. He had reached her bedroom door by now . It had been left a jar so he didn’t bother knocking. Pushing it open he tried to compose himself by sticking to his normal sarcasm.

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?”

she was standing in front of her mirror, adjusting her cardigan.

he braced himself when she turned around, ready to hear her mock him.

but she just grinned. looked him up and down and grinned. she wasnt laughing at him like he thought.

he felt the back of his neck heat up and resisted the urge to adjust his collar. it was suddenly too hot in the room-too hot in the suit.

“Its the best I could do” he tried to defuse the tension he was sure only he felt.

“although I think I might still need your help..” he lifted his clenched fist with the tie still wrapped around it.

She just shook her head fondly and stepped up to him, taking his appearance in entirely, unashamedly. She knew it was making him feel uncomfortable but she couldnt help it. He looked too cute. It wasn’t just that he cleaned up nicely, and he certainly did, no, it was his shyness, the faint blush running up his neck, the slight shuffle of his feet, his fidgeting fingers playing with the tie.

She stilled his hands with hers in front of him. Her fingers felt cool against his as she slid the silky material through his hands. His senses were in overdrive. He felt it all at once. His skin was hot, his palms were sweaty, he felt like he was suffocating but he couldnt step away from her. he thought he might crumble if he did. So instead, he took a deep breath and held it. A mistake because she took that moment to step even closer and wrap the tie around his neck.He breathed in her sweet floral scent and was filled with it. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He let out a shaky breath and watched mesmerized as it softly ruffled the loose hair framing her face. His eyes involuntarily fluttered shut when he felt her against his neck as she adjusted his collar.

“All done” She sounded as breathless as he felt.

Her fingers dancing down his chest as she smoothed out the wrinkles in his tie.

They met each others eyes.

“Thanks Betts” He licked his suddenly dry lips

“Anytime Juggie”

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Originally posted by i-wonwoo

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mild, like really mild, like this is 5th grade bad words mostly

Author’s note: I just have a really soft spot for Wonwoo okay. Like look at his dumb duck face. pls stop being cute pls

#guess who didn’t proof read again bc she’s lazy and had this idea at 1am. 

“What do I text her?” Wonwoo stares at his phone, his fingers hover over the keyboard in hesitation. He writes ‘Hi’ before changing his mind and backspacing.

Mingyu on the other hand was beginning to grow bored of this typing and backspacing routine, “Just ask her out for coffee or something.”

Wonwoo hesitates once more, “I don’t know. Here.” Wonwoo pushes his phone into Mingyu’s hands, “You write something and don’t make it stupid.”

Mingyu grins widely. His fingers begin typing away, when he finishes, Mingyu reads it happily, “Dear Lovely Y/N. Its Wonwoo and I spent 2 hours debating what to text you because I really really like you and want to date you but I’m too scared to do anything. Also Mingyu is the best person in the entire world. He’s my best best friend.”

Wonwoo shot up from his seat attempting to get his cell phone back only to have Mingyu giggle as he runs out the door, waving the cell teasingly.

“Kim Mingyu I swear to god if you send that I’m locking your ass out.”

Mingyu slows down his pace, laughing loudly, “Oh come on. You know I wouldn’t send it.” Mingyu holds the phone, getting ready to backspace the entire paragraph, only, his finger brushes against the sent button and the text flies out to be sent, “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what?” Wonwoo stands with his hands on his hips, as he breathes heavily from the chase.

“I may have sent the text by accident.”

“What!”

Mingyu uneasily laughs, “Maybe she’ll find it funny.”

“Or maybe she’ll find me a creep and never talk to me again!!”

“Oh!” Mingyu jumps quickly to Wonwoo, “Look, she hasn’t read it yet.”

Wonwoo grabs his phone, hope filling in his voice, “That’s right! She’s in class. She never looks at her phone in class. Okay Okay. You know what, Seungkwan is in her class, I’ll just tell him to get her phone and delete the text.”

Seungkwan idly taps his finger on the table. He was growing bored and the many attempts to distract you weren’t working anymore. His eyes perk up when he sees his phone come to life.

Wonwoo: Get Y/N’s phone and delete the last text I sent her

Seungkwan remains puzzled for a moment.

Seungkwan: why?

Wonwoo: Just do it before I tell Jihoon you’re the one who broke his guitar

Seungkwan jumps immediately in his seat. His actions gaining your attention. You give him a concerned look only to receive a very nervous expression from him.

“Hey Y/N. Can I borrow your phone?”

A skeptical look appears on your face, “why? You have yours right there.”

“I…..I wanna play a game.” Seungkwan whispers.

“No!” You protest, “We’re in class Seungkwan. Pay attention.”

Seungkwan sits nervously for the rest of the class period. His eyes dart continuously towards you, his nerves becoming more agitated. Once the teacher announced the end of class, Seungkwan was quick to his feet.

“Hey why don’t we go to lunch together.”

You smiled, “Sure why not.” You casually pulled out your phone, turning it on to check for notifications, “Oh Wonwoo texted me.”

Seungkwan panics. His hands wrap itself around your phone, ripping it from your grasp before he darts towards the door.

“What the. BOO SEUNGKWAN!” You quickly move after him.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I can’t die by Jihoon’s hands today.”

Seungkwan begins to run out of breath until his last line of hope steps out of a class room.

“Hansol!” Seungkwan slams into the boy, he places your cell phone into Hansol’s hand, “Run!”

“What?”

Seungkwan breathes heavily, hardly getting the words out, “Go find Wonwoo. Give him the phone. Quick! Before she kills me.” Seungkwan shoves Hansol’s back when he hears you shout once more, “GO!”

You ran out of breath as you caught up to Seungkwan, you watched as Hansol dart away with your cell phone, “HANSOL IM GOING TO KILL YOU THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!” You turned to Seungkwan, grabbing him my the neck of his shirt, “You better have a really good reason for this or else you’ll be seeing Hansol in hell.”

Wonwoo sits biting his finger, it had been almost an hour and he hadn’t heard back from Seungkwan nor had he heard from you. Just as he was about to call Seungkwan for an update, the pounding on the door shook him.

Upon opening the door, an exhausted and out of breath Hansol trudged in, slapping your phone into Wonwoo’s hand before crawling onto the nearby couch.

“I never want to run again.” Hansol mutters before his face slams into the cushions.

“Isn’t this Y/N’s phone?” Wonwoo earns himself a grunt and a wave from Hansol, “What the hell. I told Seungkwan to delete the text not commit a crime.”

Hansol waves once more and Wonwoo realizes he won’t be receiving a respond from the boy for a while.

Wonwoo activates your cell and immediately a smile crosses his face. Your home screen displayed a picture he distinctly remembers Jihoon capturing for his photography project. Your lips spread out into a large smile, your body leans closely to Wonwoo, his eyes focused soley onto you as you laughed. Wonwoo’s heart swelled at the imagine.

“JEON WONWOO!!” Your voice boomed in the apartment, a whining seungkwan cried out as you dragged him by the ear. You noticed Hansol sprawled on the couch, “I’ll deal with you later. Where’s Wonwoo.”

“Here.” Wonwoo states as he exits his room.

You let go of Seungkwan and he rubs his ear to lessen the pain, “what the hell. Did you really send Seungkwan and Hansol to steal my phone.”

“I wasn’t in on this.” Hansol shouts from his laid spot.

“What’s so important about this text.”

Wonwoo rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “It’s…..” Wonwoo hands you your phone slowly, “It’s better if you read it.“ 

You’re cautious as you grab your phone, unlocking it, you pull open Wonwoo’s text message. A few seconds pass before laughter erupts from your mouth. Wonwoo’s cheeks heat up tremendously with your cackle.

You hold your stomach, containing the laughter, "this is it? Mingyu used your phone to send me a text. What’s so wrong with that that you had these two idiots run around with my phone.”

Wonwoo begins to play with his fingers nervously, “It’s more than that. I really did spend 2 hours wondering what to text you.” Wonwoo watches as you stop laughing completely, “I….I like you. Go on a date with me sometime. Maybe?”

Your heart flutters and you smile widely, “O-Of course.”

“That’s it!?!” Seungkwan screamed, “I was threatened, ran like a mile, and got my ear dragged over here just so you could get a date.” Seungkwan dramatically falls next to Hansol, “I hate everyone.”

The Different Shades of You and Me: Flirt Alert

A/N: Hi guys, it’s been a while but, I think I’ve come up with something that you are going to enjoy. It’s a new series that I hope I can complete but, it’s open ended and has no continuing plot line, just a common theme which is the names. Each story is inspired by a shade of paint and each will be named for them. Now enough of my rambling, I hope you all like it.

Flirt Alert

It was a bright Saturday afternoon when Stiles and Lydia went out to the local coffee house. All around them were several high school and college students catching up on their work. The room smelled like fresh brewed coffee and it made Lydia’s stomach make a grueling sound.

Stiles looked at her from above his laptop screen as she clutched her stomach. When she noticed others staring, her face turned red and a sheepish grin crept on her face.

Lydia wasn’t stupid, however. She knew most of the staring girls weren’t distracted by her growling stomach. The boy sitting two feet in front of her was the apparent center of their attention. His focused eyes and dark hair that matched the very coffee they were drinking were hard to miss.

“Stop that,” she said suddenly.

The boy’s eyes traveled to hers again in confusion. “Stop what?”

Lydia rolled her eyes and he chuckled in response before returning to his note taking. She turned in her seat and lifted her bag which was hanging on the back of her chair.

The girl stuck her hand in the tote bag and groped around before wrapping her hand around the object she was looking for. Lydia retrieved her wallet from her bag and hung it back on her chair, trying to make sure it didn’t drag on the ground.

When she unzipped her wallet, Stiles looked up again. “You need some cash?” he asked before lifting his bum from the chair to reach his back pocket. He quickly pulled out his wallet, but only after Lydia had found a crisp five dollar bill.

“I’m okay, but thanks.”

Lydia stood from her chair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her green skirt. It fell a few inches above the knee, but it was long enough that she didn’t have to worry about her butt being exposed. Stiles didn’t have to worry either.

The line for the barista bar was long, but moved quickly. One of the baristas, Kira, was moving remarkably fast, preparing drink after drink.

At the register was an employee named Scott. Lydia could see him from the back of the line, which meant a lot considering her height of five foot three.

When Lydia reached the front of the line, Scott flashed a charming smile and asked, “Hi, my name is Scott and welcome to the Beacon Hills Coffeehouse how may I help you?”

Lydia stood on the tips of her toes to get a good look at everything in the display case. Breads, sandwiches, and  cookies came in different flavors and variations.

After a good fifteen seconds of contemplation, Lydia decided on a bottle of water and buttered croissant. “Name?” the boy asked.

“Lydia.”

Scott entered her total and she handed the five dollar bill to the boy. He smiled as he worked the cash register and returned the change to Lydia.

Before going to pick up her order, Lydia placed the two quarters in the tip jar and shoved the one dollar bill back in her wallet. “Thank you.” Scott beamed.

Lydia grabbed her water bottle and tapped her freshly painted fingernails on the marble counter as Kira called out several names.

Kira was about the same height as Lydia with short and straight black hair. Everyone had figured she was filled up with coffee herself by the way she was moving. It was only her and Scott but, she was doing the job of three more people.

“Lydia!” Kira shouted before placing the warm croissant in a paper bag and sliding it onto the counter.

Lydia picked up the brown bag and opened it to smell the warm pastry. She closed her eyes and relished in the pleasing scent.

As she made her way back to the table, she spotted a girl walking past Stiles. As she walked, her hand swiped across the side of his laptop. Stiles looked up at her and gave a friendly smile before picking up a note she dropped on his keyboard.

Before he could open it, Lydia had tucked herself back into her seat and was chugging her water. “What’s that?” Lydia asked not so innocently.

“Nothing. Just a phone number,” Stiles shrugged as he threw it in his backpack.
Lydia rolled her eyes in response as she began to devour her croissant.

Stiles felt her envy oozing from her ears. He grabbed her hand on the edge of the table. “It’s nothing okay. I can’t just throw it away when she’s watching.”

Lydia nodded and continued to eat her buttery breakfast. At one point Stiles tried to sneak a piece from her, but he didn’t have to. Lydia broke off a chunk and gave it to the boy voluntarily.

When she was finished, Lydia grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth, accidentally smearing her lipstick along with the grease. Her reflection in her computer screen angered her as she searched for her lipstick in her bag.

“I’ll be right back,” she groaned as she trotted to the bathroom with her bag over her shoulder.

Lydia looked in the mirror as she cleaned the red streaks of makeup off of her face. Angrily she searched for her lipstick in her small makeup pouch, trying not to drop it.

When she finally felt a tube of lipstick, she read the name at the bottom and popped off the cap. The color, “Flirt Alert,” was just between red an orange, just like Lydia’s hair. It was one of her most favorite and boldest colors.

Using a paper towel, Lydia cleaned the edges of her lips and stuck her makeup back in her tote bag. She fixed her hair in the mirror before pushing the bathroom door open and walking back into the cafe.

When she entered the cafe, the strong scent of espresso that she had gotten used to flooded her senses once again. However, before she could sit down in her seat, she noticed another girl in her place.

The girl was a long haired brunette who was doing her hardest to get Stiles’ attention. He was trying his best to focus on his work without being rude and ignoring her attempts at a conversation.

As Lydia neared the table, the girl noticed and bid Stiles a farewell. He responded, but only looked up at her slightly.

Lydia sat back down in her warm seat and stared down Stiles from above her laptop screen. “What did she want?”

“She said we have AP Biology together and she wanted notes.”

“You don’t take AP Biology”

“Yeah, exactly,” Stiles chuckled.

Lydia was about to respond but she heard the girl and her friends giggling from across the room. They were all looking in Stiles’ direction, but he was painfully oblivious.

In response, Lydia stood and leaned over the table. In one swift motion, she grabbed Stiles shirt collar and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss surprised the boy, but when he got into it, it turned sloppy and hot.

When she was finished, Lydia sat back in her chair and continued working as the girls sat silent in their booth.

On the other side of the table, Stiles was trying to reevaluate his situation. Lydia looked up at him and laughed.

“What?” the boy asked.

Lydia gestured to her own lips before saying, “‘Flirt Alert’ looks good on you.”

Stiles’ face turned red as he found a napkin and wiped his girlfriend’s lipstick off of his face.

Merlin x Reader: You’re Safe

I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

When you came to, your head was spinning, and your arms were aching.  You looked around.

This was not your home.  You were in a dark, dingy cell, and your arms were chained above your head.  “Good morning,” You looked around as someone sauntered out from a dark corner.  Your eyes hardened, and you tried to act tougher than you felt.

“Morgana.” She grinned.

“You remember me? I’m touched.”

“What do you want with me?” She waved a finger as she circled you slowly.

“Oh, Y/N.  Dear, sweet, stupid Y/N.”  She stopped in front of you and tipped your chin up with her knuckle.  “You think this is about you?”  You shook your head and she retracted her hand.

“What are you planning?” She laughed and walked out of your cell.

“Patience, Y/N.  All will be revealed in time.” With that, she left.


Merlin ran a hand through his hair for the millionth time as he read the note over and over.

Hello Merlin,

I have some things we need to discuss.  Immediately.  And before you ignore this note and destroy it, know this:

I have Y/N.  And if you ever want to see her alive again, you’ll come to my fortress and tell me exactly what I need to know.

Morgana

Merlin had raced to your room, praying that Morgana was bluffing.

But she wasn’t.

Your room was empty, and it was as though you were never there in the first place.  He turned and raced out of the room.  

“ARTHUR!”


You had no idea if it was day or night.  You didn’t even no how long you were there.

All you knew was that you had to get out of here.

You weren’t going to sit here and let your friends walk into a trap.  You studied your prison, and noticed that your chains were looped around a wooden beam.

A very rotten wooden beam. 

You wrapped your hands around your chains, and pulled.  The wood groaned, but didn’t give.  Gritting your teeth, you tried again.  It was closer, but not quite.

 You wrapped around even more chain, and jumped.  When you fell towards the ground, the wood did too.  You rolled out of the way as the wood came crashing down.  You grinned at your success and stood up.  You walked up the cell door and tried to think of a way to get out.  Before you could try anything, you heard the familiar clacking of Morgana’s shoes.  You ran back to the wooden beam and laid down behind it, holding your breath.   The footsteps stopped in front of the door and you heard a gasp.  The door creaked open and her footsteps got a little closer, before they turned and sped out of the room.  “She’s gone!  FIND HER!” Morgana shrieked.  Her voice faded, and you didn’t move.  When you were sure she was gone, you got up and slowly crept towards the door.  You checked both ends of the hall before choosing a direction.  The floor was covered in debris and potholes, and after almost breaking your nose on three separate occasions, you had to stay close to the wall.  You trailed your hand along the uneven stone wall, but stopped when the metal changed to wood.

 You felt around it, and eventually your fingers found a tattered rope handle.  

You slowly pulled it open, and cool air rushed out of the entrance, revealing a cold, damp puddle.  Deciding that there was no better option, you quickly entered and closed the door behind you.  You slowly worked your way forward, keeping your hand on the wall.  Things were going great, until the wall and floor disappeared.  You slid down the hill, screaming, until you ran into the wall at the bottom, face first.

Which promptly knocked you out.

Great.


“Stay close, and keep your eyes open,” Arthur said.  “We have no idea what we’re walking into.  We go in, find Y/N, and get out.  No distractions, no delays.

 Got it?”  His men nodded.  With Arthur leading the way, they descended into the tunnels that led to Morgana’s fortress.  They walked in silence, Merlin lagging a little farther behind.  He had no idea what he would do when he found you.  He had no idea if you were hurt, or even…

He couldn’t even think it.  

You were fine.  

You had to be.

You were his Y/N.  There was no one else like you, and he would be damned if he let anything happen to you.  

“Merlin!”  He looked up.  Arthur was glaring at him.  “Keep up!” Merlin didn’t answer, but sped up.  “I’ve never seen you go this long without a comment before.” Merlin didn’t answer, which worried Arthur.  “Hey.” He clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder.  “We’re going to find her.  I pro—”

“Your Majesty!” Leon shouted and pointed up ahead.  They broke into a sprint, and stopped after a short distance.  They stopped at the base of a large hill, and their torches lit up the area.

And there, crumpled in the corner, was Y/N.

Merlin elbowed his way to the front of the group and knelt down next to you, pulling you into his arms and checking for a pulse.  He sighed in relief and bowed his head to your shoulder.  After a few seconds, he got up, with you still in his arms.  “I need to take her to the infirmary,” He said seriously.  The group turned and left quickly.


You woke a few hours later.  As your eyes focused, you realized you weren’t in the cavern anymore.  You were in a soft bed, and Merlin was gently dabbing the side of your head with a rag.  When he saw you were awake, he smiled.  “You’re going to be the death of me,” He laughed, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.  You felt tears prick your eyes.  “Hey hey hey,” He cupped your face in his hands and wiped your cheeks.  “Why are you crying?”

“I’m so sorry,” You said softly.

“What on earth are you apologizing for?”

“I put you in danger!”  You couldn’t look him the eye.  “I got myself captured, and—”

“This is not your fault, Y/N.” He helped you sit up and clasped your hands in his.

“But if she caught you…”

“She didn’t.  Y/N, everything is okay.” You still didn’t look at him.  “I got you back, you’re safe, and nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“But—”  He pulled you close and tucked your head under his chin.

“No buts.  You’re safe.  That’s all that matters.” You gave in and wrapped your arms around him.

And all was right.

Thanks to deanwssister for requesting this one!

flowers-of-tenebrae  asked:

Ignea: Doing each other's hair or post-battle care/healing~

“That hurts.”

“Quit whining.”

Ignis chuckled at her callus choice of words and the affectionate way she said them. She finished rubbing the healing salve on his back and picked up a towel to wipe her hands off with.

“Did I ever tell you how much I like a man with scars?” Aranea drawled, carefully dressing the injury.

“Well, I’m glad there’s some benefit to getting wounded, then,” he grinned, lifting his arms a bit to make it easier for her to wind the bandage around his chest. “I wish the nurse had a bit softer of a touch, though.”

“The nurse would have been happy to use a softer touch,” she lightly slapped his shoulder, close enough to the injury to make it sting and he hissed softly in pain and looked over his shoulder at her curiously. “…If her patient hadn’t gotten hurt doing something stupid.” She leaned in while he still faced her, stealing a quick kiss and smirking at him. “So that’s all the softness he gets, for now.”

Being best friends with Molly would include...

  • working together in the lab with her
  • teasing her about her boyfriend because he literally looks like Sherlock, which she’d deny every time
  • shooting her a grin whenever Sherlock walks in
  • getting drinks together after work because you both need to get out more
  • helping on cases with Molly
  • spending your holidays together (wearing ugly christmas jumpers or stupid costumes)
  • movie nights
  • reading John’s blog while you’re at work and having fun figuring out the ending
  • moving in with her because you both live alone and it’s cheaper that way

anonymous asked:

LiS Max/Chloe 18. “In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.” i would imagine chloe saying this plenty of times

Written in Max’s POV

“In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time,” Chloe said, her arms sprawled out on Joyce’s tatty, old couch. She nudged me with her bandaged elbow and gave me one of her goofy, stupid looking grins. It was the one she only ever dared to show me whenever she had some crazy idea. 

I sighed when I looked at her. She was covered in mud, her blue, bedhead all matted with leaves and twigs sticking out of it. Her tank top was torn and knees were scraped, but this didn’t stop the devil-may-care Chloe Price from smiling. She was a pirate captain who had her fill on finding her booty. No pun intended.

“Chloe,” I mumbled, “Joyce is worried sick about you. She doesn’t need this kind of stress.”

“What stress?” Chloe said. Her arms dangled over the arm rest and she groaned. “Relax, Super Max. Joyce is hella used to my risk taking shit. It’s you who has to smell the roses, ‘cause I ain’t ever changing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but still…”

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olivia-the-inventor  asked:

"Oh, goodness, you just can't catch a break with this stuff, can you?" Olivia shakes her head slightly in an attempt to hide her amused grin. "You having fun there?"

Of course I can’t…I’m too awesome to leave alone!..But, ya you better watch it or they might turn you into an Oliver, Olivia..

But in terms of fun? Yeah this is like so stupid its hilarious!

I mean look at me! Look at this hair! Its the most stupidly longest hair I ever had..I could totally hide stuff in it. 

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The girls walked away from the lights and the vendors. Rita had a ridiculous grin plastered across her face as she watched the girl turn the green crystal over in her hands. Rita knew it was for her. Her new friend bought that dumb, gaudy, beautiful crystal for her. Right on queue, Abby tossed the crystal to Rita, who caught in clumsily. She held it in her hands like it was a newborn baby.

Abby: “For the damsel in distress.”

Rita: “You didn’t have to do this!”

Abby: “Yes I did. ‘Cause I knew you’d get that dorky grin on your face, and I just had to see it again.”

Rita: “Again?”

Abby: “Yeah. It’s the same stupid look you had when you realized the statue was really me. When you get that look, it’s like…for a minute, you believe in magic all over again. Like you’re still a kid at heart, or something.”

Rita: “Oh…”

Abby: “Don’t worry. That’s not an insult. I like it.”

Rita was relieved that she still approved of her. This girl was so cool; she was old, at least fourteen or fifteen. She was a real teenager. She wore cute clothes, knew how to style her hair, and clearly didn’t feel awkward in her body like Rita did. In the girl’s eyes was strength, in her smile, confidence, and in her heart…something Rita couldn’t even begin to describe. How was it possible that someone so perfect could like something about her?

Rita: “I can’t believe you talked that guy into giving you that huge discount! That was amazing!”

Abby: “That? Oh, it was nothing. All the city slickers know how to barter like that.”

Abby gave Rita a sly wink and smirked. Rita dropped her gaze. She looked down at the crystal still nestled between her hands. Her face reflected back at her and for the first time, she wasn’t angry at what she saw. Maybe being a teenager wouldn’t be so bad if she ended up anything like her new friend.

Rita: “Well, thank you.”

Abby: “Don’t mention it.”

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Imagine Lexa getting jealous because you’re getting close to Clarke XD - Requested by Anonymous

‘And then,’ continued Clarke, a wide grin on her face as the two of you wandered around the camp, ‘he slipped over his own trap!’

You couldn’t help but laugh, unable to stop yourself looking around the camp for Graham. It had been a long few days, and you were glad that Clarke was there to tell you stupid stories about the Delinquents. You were glad that the Grounders were slowly trying to build up relations with the Sky people, and Clarke’s stories were slowly beginning to be your favourite part about the little ceasefire that was going on.

‘Is that why he’s always scowling?’ you asked, grinning at her once your laughter had finally died down.

She sniggered at that slightly, and you were glad to see that you could return the favour of making her smile.

‘I’d never thought of that before. You might just be onto something,’ she said, gently nudging your arm.

You grinned, just before spotting Lexa. She was storming through the crowd, her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. It was a kind of irritation that you’d never seen on her before, and it made a chill run down your spine.

‘Hi, Lexa,’ Clarke greeted, but you could hear the worried edge to her voice.

‘Can I tear (Y/n) away from you for a moment, please?’ asked Lexa, an edge to her voice. She kept her attention on Clarke, as if not wanting to look at you.

Clarke stuttered for a moment, but you shone her a warm smile.

‘Yeah you can talk to me, Lexa,’ you said, shrugging as if it was nothing.

Lexa nodded firmly before gripping your hand and pulling you away. You jogged a little to keep up with her, wondering why she was in such a rush. You couldn’t remember what you might have done wrong. You tried desperately to figure out anything that could have caused this reaction, but your mind was coming up as blank.

You were both silent until you were in Lexa’s tent. She’d finally let go of your hand and was pacing one side of the table. When she finally did speak, however, her voice was low.

‘What do you think you’re doing? Laughing and joking with the Sky people like it’s normal?’

You furrowed your brow. ‘Um, that was what you suggested – you know, getting to know them. Trying to make friends,’ you said, confusion washing over you.

‘Allies,’ she corrected you, pausing in her pacing for a moment to look over at you.

‘But you said…’ you mumbled, trying to remember the phrasing she’d used when the plan was coming together. But then something clicked in the back of your mind, a small smirk slipping onto your face. ‘Lexa?’ you asked in a whisper, moving a little around the table so as to stand in her path. ‘Are you jealous?’

She stopped in front of you, folding her arms across her chest. There was a slight scowl on her face.

You quirked an eyebrow at her and she deflated slightly.

‘Maybe,’ she said in a slightly moody voice. ‘It’s just, it always used to be you and me. Now all you seem to be doing is spending time with Clarke. Laughing at her jokes. Never coming to see me. I thought you were gonna replace me!’

You shook your head slightly, moving a little closer to her. ‘Lexa, don’t you ever worry about me replacing you,’ you assured her.

A small smile slipped onto her face as she took your hands gently in her own.

‘Though,’ you mused, unable to keep a smile off your own face. ‘Jealousy kind of suits you.’

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owner, I just found it on Google.

Lexark as reincarnated soulmates HeadCanons
  • Elyza saves Alicia from a walker and Alicia doesn’t know why the second she turns around & makes eye contact “than- …. Thank you”
  • she doesn’t know why her voice & accent are not familiar, because this is a stranger why would they be? But her smirk is, those eyes are familiar for reasons she doesn’t understand
  • she is chuckling at one of nick’s stupid jokes, and she feels like someone is watching her. She find Elyza looking at her like she is on a trance, eyes glossy & mouth a little open
  • the first time she smirks at elyza’s snark, elyza grins at her, looking at her like she knows more than the joke she just made
  • elyza remembers (well more like she’s been having these dreams for a while now & when she meets Alicia and sees her face, she understands they are more like memories, which is insane & she doesn’t want to believe it but dead people are eating alive people so it’s a crazy world, everything goes)
  • when they team up to kill a group of 4 walkers, Elyza manages to shoot 3 of them down, before Alicia has taken out her first and only one and it’s been a long time since her first kill, she’s almost used to it by now so she is like “ON YOUR FACE!!”  and turns around, palm up and grinning to high five Elyza. The blonde is stunned by the reaction, before her surprise turns to fondness, to that longing look that makes Alicia feel uneasy but also makes something stir in her stomach & warmth spread in her chest. Elyza high fives before she takes her hand, in a weird form of hand shake, mirth added in her eyes and says “nice shot! Now let’s get outta here”
  • when they first kiss, Alicia goes for passionate & fast, because all those weeks of flirting have made her needy. But Elyza puts one hand on her shoulder to push her away just a little, and turns the kiss soft and gentle, slow.  She sucks lightly on her bottom lip, and moves to change the angle, staying impossibly close, noses rubbing. When it’s over a couple of minutes later, elyza’s hand has moves to alicia’s neck & she keeps her foreheads pressed together, eyes still closed and she whispers/mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like “oh my god I’ve missed you”
  • Alicia says I love you first. Elyza would never. This girl is almost 18 now and the world is literally ending. Her first boyfriend (also the first and last person she ever said “I love you” to in that way) is dead, like are most of the people she ever knew
  • also Elyza is 99% sure this girl is her soulmate, but that could go to 0% if she doesnt say it back
  • Alicia dreams about them only once,  and she remembers misty blue eyes looking down at her, remembers holding a hand and then pulling someone close and over her as she lays down on a bed and kisses them with a passion & neediness that feels so real, her chest aches long after she has woken up

amandulie  asked:

stoical female mercenary in various different situations with sarcastic asshole friend

Sure thing! 

• She frowned, looking over to her friend who had taken to making faces at her client behind his back.

• “Do you ever stop?” she breathed, just loud enough for them to hear.

They grinned. It was a stupid question. “I live to make your life difficult.”

• There was a process for picking clients. This usually consisted, first, of plucking up enough courage to approach a mercenary in the first place, and second, of maintaining enough patience with her companion to tell her what they wanted done. Then they talked about pay.

• “Is that all?” her eyes widened, genuinely shocked at their request.

• “Honestly, it’s just a wonder that no one’s stabbed us in the back yet,” they chortled, ignoring the distinct possibility of being arrested. 

• “Above the law is a strong phrase. Accurate, but strong.”

• The only thing keeping them quiet was the gag in their mouth, and that didn’t stop them from making assorted grunting noises when they deemed it necessary. 

• “They literally pay me to stand around and look pretty,” they deadpanned. “What more could you want?”

• Mercenary work was lucrative enough business without having to steal–assuming work was steady. It wasn’t.

• They helped her take herself less seriously. Marginally less seriously, anyway. 

I hope these help. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do! Good luck  

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* So, I heard you slept with Moriarty.
  • Molly: *still working* Yup.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Why?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Because I wanted to.
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* So? You want to sleep with me and you never have!
  • Molly: *smirks* You're jealous.
  • Sherlock: *pouts* He's a mass-murdering psychopath and you let him...*grimaces* touch you.
  • Molly: *sighs* I didn't sleep with Moriarty, Sherlock. I dated Jim from IT.
  • Sherlock: *looks at her*
  • Molly: *steps closer* And I don't want to have sex with the high-functioning sociopath *whispers in his ear* I'm going to shag Sherlock Holmes.
  • Sherlock: *immediately drags her to a supply cupboard*

I have this dumb thing in my head of jack going to a family barbecue with the bittles and rough housing a bit with the little cousins, giving them piggy backs and boosting them up on his shoulders (and they all LOVE him). Bitty goes to put it on snapchat (cuz it’s adorable 💕) and he calls jack’s name to get him to face the phone but as jack turns with a big stupid grin on his face the kid on his shoulders just gets fuckin /decked/ by a low hanging branch from the one tree in the yard and the video gets all jostled and there’s just flashes of grass and jack looking terrified and bitty and the kids mom screaming…
Then the next snap on Bitty’s story is just the cousin like 👍🏽😁👍🏽✨with a band-aid on her forehead and jack holding her on his lap looking rly guilty with the caption “she lived… Thank the lord 😭”

pottercastleminds  asked:

Writing Prompt: Height Differences: “We’re both baristas and sometimes I have trouble reaching for things and I show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU but also thanks”

a/n: well this is shorter than intended, but i hope you like it anyway!


The spare mugs were out of her reach again. Why did they always have to be so high? She wasn’t even that short. At least she didn’t think so. Okay, next to her six foot co-worker she looked extra tiny, but that was it.

Speaking of her tall co-worker, “Can I get that for you?” he asked with his all too charming grin.

Ugh he was stupid cute, really nice, but also a total flirt. She did like him and they got along well when they were working. Still, she hated that she always needed his help.

“Yeah, please and thanks,” she muttered.

He reached up with little to no effort and handed her the mug.

“Thank you,” she smiled up at him.

“No problem, Smoak.”

Now she had to hurry and make a damn pumpkin latte for the skinny nerd that frequented the small cafe. He wasn’t going to yell at her for taking so long, unlike some of the customers that came in. She really never understood that. First of all, they weren’t a big chain like Starbucks and they were very calm, laid back even. Secondly, there’s no need to be rude anyway.

“Here you go, Barry,” she said, setting the coffee down.

“Thanks,” he grinned.

“Sorry Iris isn’t working today,” she gave him a teasing smile.

The grin on his face faltered a little. “I see Oliver is, though.”

“You shush,” she said in a low voice.

“You started it,” she crossed her arms.

“Felicity,” Oliver called.

She turned around and looked to see that a line had formed in the few minutes she had been talking to Barry.

“Shoot,” she rushed behind the counter.

She went to her usual spot and saw that Oliver had gotten some more mugs down for her. Her eyes moved to him and he was busy with making coffee and cleaning their usual mugs. This guy was the sweetest.

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“I told her how I feel about her.” Barry walks in to the house.

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing it didn’t go well,” Joe says. “Sorry, Barry. I really thought she liked you.”

“What are you talking about? I have a date Friday night,” Barry tries to smirk, but it ends up turning into a stupid grin.

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Steve shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the bar.

“-looks very good.” One man near him was grinning widely.

“Bet I could get her number.” Another chuckled.

The third man rolled his eyes at the two of them. “Please. I highly doubt either one of you is her type.”

“And what type would she have? Stupid and pathetic like you?” The first guy smirked, making the second man laugh.

Steve glanced at them, his back straightening when he noticed they were looking over at (Y/N), his girlfriend.

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