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WOO i’ve been working on this off and on for months and admittedly, i haven’t gotten as far as i would like yet, but i’m getting there! full soon-completed comic is a reimagination of a moment in chapter 7 of  @unbreakable-red-riot ‘s krbk fanfiction,” 2 am knows all secrets” which you can read and support here! a final part 2 coming soon! <3 (my artstyle changes, a lot in this skhddhf don’t mind that)

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“However, officer Leone Abbacchio wasn’t listening to his friend, no, he was watching a very beautiful man inside of a very fancy restaurant. The man had a pretty black bob, golden clips and the prettiest nose he’d ever seen on a man. Sometimes they met eyes, but it was an accident according to Leone, and he was always the first to look away, flustered.“

foxy, foxy by Psuedorabbit

fictober day 19: “oh please, like this is the worst I’ve done”

(Disclaimer: This was definitely over 100 words, but the idea was too good to pass up!)

Betty contemplates her losses, on and off the court. (Lawyer!Bughead)

“Miss Cooper, your client is hereby ordered to pay $20,000 in damages to the plaintiff–”

Betty held her poise, but inside, she was seething.

10-9, she thought. One more case, and we’d be even.

“So, Mr. Jones,” Betty fell into step behind Jughead. “I suppose you’re happy causing this much chaos for a local business, all for the sake of your criminal buddies.”

“Oh, please,” Jughead sneered. “Like this is the worst I’ve done, or the worst that your client would endure. The Five Seasons is hardly a local business, Cooper.”

“$20,000 still hurts.”

Jughead spun around to face her. “And what would you know about hurting, Betty?”

Betty stuck her chin out defiantly. “I know you could hurt me.”

“That was a whole lifetime ago. I was a stupid kid.”

She remained still.

“I’ve made changes,” he said. “I’m a different man, and I’m not going back on my promise. Our bet still stands.”

“10 all,” she murmured. “One case away.”

“And then, I get my one date.” His gaze softened. “I’m not just a good lawyer, Betty. I could love you. Let me prove that. Let me make you happy again.”

She exhaled a long breath. Studied his face as the silence expanded between them.

“I’ll see you in court, Jones.”

this is the way he loves her chapter 4 

Moving to look directly at her, he smirks. “Does my girl like that someone could be listening to us?”

Staring at the shape of her face in the moonlight, he can tell she’s biting her lip, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“No,” she denies, her fidgeting fingers giving away the truth.

“Liar,” he whispers, rolling her on her back and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as he catches her eyes. “You like it, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” she insists, her breathing slightly heavier than before.

“You want someone to hear all the things I do to you, don’t you?” he whispers into her ear, his left hand skimming down her side until he reaches the hem of his shirt she’d been sleeping in. “I think, Elizabeth, that the thought of someone knowing what you sound like when I make you come gets you wet. Doesn’t it?”

Update - These Are The Moments I Remember

Synopsis:  At the age of 24, Jughead Jones had everything he ever wanted, his second book, had just reached the New York Times Best-Sellers list… And then, some strong migraines changed everything. Fast forward three years. Jughead is nothing but a shadow of the man he used to be until some flowers and an expired loan date bring the full of life, sunny and clumsy mix that is Betty Cooper into his life.
She’s everything he needs, and the one thing he doesn’t believe he can have. Not when every time he sleeps, he forgets everything that happened during daytime. However, even if his mind doesn’t work properly, his heart is set on not giving up on the best thing that has happened to him… since… that morning.

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Thank you @shrugheadjonesthethird for the awesome aesthetic!

Fic A Day 2018 - Day 295

Title: History

Author: darriness

Word Count: 443

Summary: Therapy

Author’s Note: Follow up to Day 160 - Session

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Kurt and Blaine sit side by side on the leather couch. They look around at all the books on the shelves and degrees on the walls and each swallow heavily at the weight of this room. It’s a lot. This feels like a lot.

“So, Kurt, Blaine, why don’t we start with you telling me a little about your relationship?” Dr. Maureen Drumand (“Just call me Maureen.” she’d said when they’d arrived) smiles from her seat across from the couple, in a leather arm chair, complete with notepad on her lap and pen in hand.

Blaine and Kurt snap back at the same time to look at the woman across from them. She seems very nice but for some reason she’s only adding to the heavy feeling of the room.

Blaine coughs, “Where would you like us to start?” He asks.

Kurt gives a small smile, “Yeah, we have a lot of…history.” He adds and Blaine sends him a small smile.

Maureen smiles again and writes something down on her notepad, “How about at the beginning?” She asks, “Share anything you think would be important for me to know about you as a couple. Our goal here, as you’ve stated to me, is to bring you two back closer to each other and I feel that in order to do that, I need to know how your relationship has functioned in the past and what has brought you to this point.”

Kurt and Blaine both nod before looking at each other, as if expecting the other to begin. They chuckle self-consciously before Blaine coughs again and begins, “Well we met in high school…”

— — —

Maureen Drumand watches as the couple across from her share the story of their relationship. She’s seen a lot of couples sit on her couch (which makes sense seeing as she’s a couples therapist) and she can usually tell within the first ten minutes which couples are going to be successful, which couples COULD be successful with a lot of work, and which couples are just no longer compatible. She still tries, even in the last such cases, but it’s always nice when a couple falls into the first or even second category.

Kurt and Blaine are nervous. She can tell. But she can also tell they have a deep love for one another. If nothing else, the smiles they gave each other when Kurt mentioned their history was enough for her. But watching their faces and bodies as they describe their time together as a couple she can tell that while they may have lost their way a little…they’ll be able to find their way back.

How the Moon Fell In Love With a Star - Part 6

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Sirius Black x OC (Remus’s twin sister)

Word Count: 1,190

Summary: Lilliana Lupin is just starting her seventh year with her twin brother and best friends. The only catch: she’s in love with one of them. When James hatches a plan to make both Lily Evans and Sirius Black notice James and Lillie, she is hesitant. Until it works.

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A/N: Y’all would not believe the writer’s block I had! I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy with school and work and I’ve been sick and last week was homecoming but now I have inspiration! So hopefully, I’ll get back on track with this series and writing in general. I hope this was worth the wait :)

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Morning rays of sunlight left criss-cross patterns on my quilt. I rolled over only to be met with the confused face of Lily Evans.

“Since when were you and Potter together?” For a moment, I stared blankly at her, then her words processed and my eyes widened. Lily stepped away from the bed and began to pace. “And why am I finding out from Marlene of all people? I should be finding out from you! I’m only your best friend!”

“I was going to tell you, but last night you were too drunk to even know what was going on around you!” I explained defensively. Lily deflated a bit at my comment. She always felt embarrassed when someone called her out on drinking. Which wasn’t often.

Lily looked away, finally saying, “Well, you still should have told me. I want to know that kind of thing!” I grinned at my best friend before chucking a pillow at her.

“You always need to be involved,” I laughed.

“I do! You know this already. Now hurry up, we’ve got to get to Hogsmeade soon. I need to start my Christmas shopping. Oh, and we need dresses for the New Years’ Ball!”

It’s only November, Lils, we have plenty of time!”

“Never too early to start!” She called as she waltzed out of the room.

—-

A crisp breeze blew my hair all over the place. “I hate wind,” I sputtered, hooking a finger around the strand of hair caught in my mouth.

Remus chuckled. “You know, if you cut your hair…”

“Over my dead body,” I replied darkly. Remus raised his hands in surrender as the boys laughed. James threw an arm around my shoulder, at which Sirius abruptly quieted himself. I tried not to let it bother me, but I couldn’t help wondering what he was thinking in that handsome head of his.

“How long exactly has this…” Peter gestured at James and I, “Been going on?”

James shrugged nonchalantly. “A while I guess. I mean we’ve both been in love with different people for a while and we’d go to each other to talk about it, so it’s been kind of a slow burn.”

“Oh yeah?” Sirius questioned. “So who did you love, Lilliana?” His question caught me off guard but the use of my full name was like a slap in the face.

James replied, “You, actually.” I dropped my book.

Sirius’ eyebrows scrunched up. “Pardon?” Remus and Peter looked on in horror. James elbowed me in the side.

“Right, that.” I shifted my weight to my left foot, looking anywhere but Sirius’ gray eyes. Reaching down to grab my book, I said, “I’m over it now, anyway. You know, because of…James. And all that.” The boy next to me nodded.

“Totally over it!” James said. “Just like I am over Evans in any and every way possible.”

Remus rolled his eyes. Of course my twin would be the one to doubt. He knew the both of us better than anyone. “Well, lads, I guess it’s just the three of us today,” Remus commented. “I’m sure these two will want the day to themselves.”

“Oh, no! We were planning to…spend the day with you.” My eyes met Remus’ and he hid a smug smile.

“Oh really?” Sirius asked condescendingly. “Why on Earth would the happy couple not want time on their own?” He didn’t wait for an answer and instead stalked off down the path toward Hogsmeade.

—-

First stop: Honeydukes. Obviously. I could never resist the intoxicating scents drifting out the door and always found my way into the sweet’s shop eventually.

“Let me pay,” James said as I dumped my sugar haul on the counter.

“James, I can’t.” I pushed his hand away from his pocket where he had been reaching for his wallet.

“Come on, let me do this. I’m your boyfriend.”

I glanced around before whispering, “You’re my best friend, meaning you are not obligated to actually pay for anything.”

“But how would that look to everyone else if I don’t pay for you?” He knew he won the argument because a second later, the sickles and knuts had already changed hands and the shopkeeper was scooping everything into a bag. I sighed and took the bag from the shopkeeper.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I told James again as we left the shop. He shrugged.

We headed over to Three Broomsticks, planning to meet up with Remus and Lily and Peter. Sirius had ditched the others in favor of spending the day with Frank Longbottom. James pulled open the door and a wave of warmth rushed over us. In the corner by the bar, I spotted Regulus with some of his Slytherin friends. He looked up and caught my eye. I smiled, and he nodded then went back to his drink.

“Why do you acknowledge the little Black?” James asked.

“Because I actually tolerate him. He’s not so bad if you get to know him. Besides, it’s one of the easiest ways to piss off Sirius.” James twisted his head to follow my gaze and saw his best friend in the opposite corner with Frank, Alice, and Marlene.

“Right. Let’s get drinks.” He tugged me over to an empty booth and pulled me in next to him. “Two butterbeers,” he told the waitress.

As James and I waited, I could feel the eyes of almost every Hogwarts student focused on us. Of course they would be. James and I appeared as a couple, and people stared. Because it was unusual. Out of the ordinary.

As it turned out, though, the staring was to our advantage as Sirius’ eyes did not leave me, and a moment later, Lily walked in with my brother and Peter.

“I will never get used to this,” Lily said, taking the booth across from James and me.

“You should,” replied James. He turned to me and took my hand, playing with my fingers. The waitress brought us our drinks, and James nodded in thanks, handing her a few sickles.

“Hey, Lillie, we should go dress shopping today,” Lily suggested. “Want to get a good one before they’re all gone.”

I sighed. “Whyyyyy…” Dress shopping was one of my least favorite things in the world. Lily grabbed my hand.

“Please! James can come to,” she added, as if that made it better.

“No because-” I cut myself off abruptly. I couldn’t say no because he’ll just mess around the whole time. Lily would doubt that.

She crossed her arms. “Why not? Don’t you want to coordinate?”

“Why on Earth would would we-” I elbowed James sharply in the ribs. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. What? Did you forget she’s your girlfriend or something?” James’s eyes widened.

“N-no,” he sputtered. “I just meant… this might not work out and we’ll just,” he made a few strange hand gestures, “be friends again…then. When the dance comes.”

“Already having doubts, Jamsie?” He gave me a look, at which Remus chuckled. I shoved his shoulder. “I’m just messing, Prongs.”

James threw me a grin and tossed his arm over my shoulder. “Thank Merlin for that!”

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Let Me Hand You My Love - Chapter 2 - cassiopeiasara - The Worst Witch (TV 2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter: 2/6

Chapter Title: What In Me Refuses to Believe (this isn’t easier than the real thing)

Preview: Ada took a chance to observe them as her mother muttered something to Gertrude about the placement of centerpieces, and Josephine sighed in the corner. She felt gratitude and guilt bubble up in equal measure. They were all doing their best to contribute to her wedding and it was beautiful to have their blessings, but Ada wanted to tell them the true nature of everything.

Pairing: Ada Cackle/Hecate Hardbroom

Rating: T (for now)

Beta: @meridelclarke

anonymous asked:

I can’t wait for chapter four goodness. No need for apologies here ;)Hope all is well besos 💙

Hello, you captivating circular shape of coolness! 

All is decently well in the land of me. It better be with you, too. I’d hate to have to threaten people before noon and well, if your day sucks, then that’s what I’d have to do. 

Hmm, no need to apologize you say? Well then, I take back all previous apologies and y’all will have to just live with the fact that I might need Jesus. Meh, it’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine. Like, it’s just smut. A little gonna do that there and a little gonna toss you over here, you know? 

Okay, well, Maria might need an apology from me, I’ve been making her read it and judge me so she’s probably rolling her eyes by now. Hey, she knew what she signed up for so, pffft. 

Anyways, the goal is to be updated today! I’m super apprehensive and anxious but that’s never really stopped me before so we’ll see! 

Have a dirty little looksee, you baked potato (I love potatoes, this is love not hate, promise): 

Moving to look directly at her, he smirks. “Does my girl like that someone could be listening to us?”

Staring at the shape of her face in the moonlight, he can tell she’s biting her lip, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“No,” she denies, her fidgeting fingers giving away the truth.

“Liar,” he whispers, rolling her on her back and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as he catches her eyes. “You like it, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” she insists, her breathing slightly heavier than before.

“You want someone to hear all the things I do to you, don’t you?” he whispers into her ear, his left hand skimming down her side until he reaches the hem of his shirt she’d been sleeping in. “I think, Elizabeth, that the thought of someone knowing what you sound like when I make you come gets you wet. Doesn’t it?”

If you need me, I’ll be in my dumpster. Honestly, it’s pretty comfy. I found a nice chair, there was some pizza that didn’t look too bad. All in all, not the worst thing I’ve ever decided to hide in. BESOS! 

You Can’t Hurry Love Chapter 22/30

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6   

Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9     Chapter 10     Chapter 11     Chapter 12  

Chapter 13        Chapter 14      Chapter 15     Chapter 16   Chapter 17          Chapter 18  Chapter 19   Chapter 20  Chapter 21

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus-Size OFC

Word Count: 6400

Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+.  SERIOUSLY.

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No, Really

Chapter Summary: There were many obstacles to getting there, but it was finally the day.  Stephanie and Steve were going to be married.  Not even last-minute bad guys and missions could derail this….or could it?  Agent Weber’s objective remains the same - to get the final missing element to complete the Super Soldier serum.  Whether she had to kill or kidnap to get it, it didn’t matter - she needed to complete the mission she and her brother were born to fulfill.  Will Steve and Steph ever be free of his nightmare?

Chapter Notes: Hi all!  This chapter was, as always, supported and crafted by @MsEnglish101 - the best beta ever.  I hope you like where this goes.  I’d love to hear your feedback and comments - I read every single one and love to hear different perspectives.  Thanks so much for reading and stay tuned - the story ain’t over yet!

Originally posted by robertinblack

Ellie Weber woke up before her alarm, as usual.  She sat up in bed, stretched, and smiled - today was the day.  It was the day that a lifetime of service  by her grandfather, father, her, and her brother - to Hitler, HYDRA, the Hand, SHIELD - was finally going to be rewarded.  Today was the last of Captain America’s life, giving rise to the first day of a new race of warriors.  Whomever got in the way of finishing her mission would not live long enough to regret their decision.  

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anonymous asked:

For the kiss prompts campfire as a bet. Any of the septic egos or iplier egos or maybe one of both?

Oooo. Bim/Wilford

Title: Truth or Dare

“Truth or dare?” Field Reporter Jim eagerly held his microphone out toward Wilford, who sat across the campfire, roasting his tenth marshmallow. “Truth or dare, Pink Jim?”

“Wilford Warfstache ain’t no coward,” Wilford declared, stuffing the half-burnt marshmallow into his mouth. “Dare!”

Field Reporter Jim giggled and leaned over to consult with Cameraman Jim. They chattered among themselves for a few minutes- long enough for Wilford to roast yet another marshmallow- before they seemed to come to a conclusion.

“We dare you,” he said slowly, a great grin spreading across his face, “to kiss Bim Jim!”

“What?” Bim glanced up from his phone just as Wilford scoffed and announced “easy!”

The show host barely had time to react before Wilford was getting up and going over to Bim, planting himself on his lap, and crushing their mouths together.

“Great job, Pink Jim!” Field Reporter Jim exclaimed, clapping his hands together, “now, Bim Jim! It’s your turn.”

They wouldn’t get a response, nor would Wilford and Bim break away from each other. Not for another thirty seconds at least.

I like zombies movies, I like those serial killers documentaries. And I love pos-apocalypse things to the point I had a very serious conversation with my father and little brother about how Brazil would survive for years after an apocalypse disaster (we don’t know own as such guns as the USA, but we are good surviving life and we have fences everywhere)

If you have read @ourforgottenboleros new fanfic you know I will be reviewing

but with a whimper

I NEED MORE. I love this story with my whole heart.

Imagine that ETs are real and they destroyed everything. Like that old movie movie Mars. And Katya have been living alone in a small house waiting for death for a year more and less. Till Trixie comes to her life.

No, they don’t have sex. It’s not a play. Human kind is death, everyone is death. They don’t think about sex. They are fucking scared, hungry, cold (it’s winter!!!).

And Trixie brings light and hope for Katya. Trixie is the best teacher I have seen! She protested for the extra terrestrial beings! She is trying to find more people, build the world again with Peppermint. An Amazing Woman.

And Katya can finally think about the future! A tomorrow after all the terrors.

They both share, little by little, their past, their family that couldn’t make it. They are adorable stupid trying to live together, but it’s so real. I bet many people would be like Katya and just wait for the final end. And a little few would run, fight and try to find others, like Trixie.

I am excited for the end of the snow for them to walk. I want to know how Trixie got to survive a year, if they will find more people in the journey to safety, how they will find Peppermint and if they will be a couple or just team up to be alive.

I love this. I wish for more apocalyptic fics with Trixya.

Thanks Becca, you are one of my favorite writers in the fandom.

The things I do in the name of research...

cracking up right now, seriously cannot concentrate…trying to listen to a cooking show at the suggestion of a friend to pinpoint a Cajun accent 😂

I blame you @brightpinkpeppercorn @ooo-barff-ooo 

chicken = shhhickin

guarantee = guh-RON-tee

“that’s for true” something something “sassafrass tree”

now I want gumbo. dammit.

Twilight Imagine 02

As (Y/N) trudged away through the foliage of the forest, as her ex boyfriend Jacob Black kept followed her down the forest path. Despite their break up moments ago, (Y/N) still felt trapped within the bond she had with the shifter; as if she had attempted to break a metal chain with a pair of blunt scissors. She felt raw. Bitter. Broken. She didn’t even want to look at him. So silent (Y/N) remained, as the forest was left with the sound of fast footsteps and the heavy breathing the shifter; who was trying to quell his anger. 

“Just tell me why?” he called out, getting no answer from the female, who he reluctantly given his heart to. 

“Why? Why after all this time, you decide to do this now! After everything! After the phasing, the leeches, Harr-”

“DON’T YOU DARE BRING HIM INTO THIS!” (Y/N) screamed, quickly turning to face the teen with hellfire in her eyes. 

The air was tense with anguish, as the two past lovers stared each other down as the grey moonlight hit them. It illuminated their surroundings with a bleak cold glow, as (Y/N) started to break down before the shifter who broke her soul, as well as her heart. Every cry stabed Jacob in his heart.

“Don-Don’t you bring my Dad into this. You don’t get to use a dead man as excuse for what you did!” 

“What did I do?”

“I saw Jake. I saw you with her….Bella.”

Jacob’s eyes widen in a blind panic, as his feels his lungs suffocate in shame. 

“I….I…”

“ I knew you still cared for her, but I didn’t know you thought of me as a consolation prize; but that’s just me isn’t it. (Y/N) Clearwater second best for life! First it was Leah. Then Seth. Now it’s Bella freaking Swan!” (Y/N) laughed, starting to look like a mad woman on the brink of her humanity. 

“I. Am. Done. Done with you and all of this pack. For once I’m going to put myself first.” 

“(Y/N)!” Jake shouted, as he quickly tried to catch up with his imprint. 

“No Jake. You lost any chance you had with me when you stuck your tongue down Bella’s throat.”

(Y/N) quickly escaped into the shadows, leaving Jake alone to shift and escape from the pain. 

overwhelming

author’s note: my first noah imagine! please like/reblog/comment or feel free to send me an ask about it. this is very loosely based off the sentiments/vibe/whatever from the songs “ooh” and “overwhelming” by jon bellion (highly rec both of those songs btw). i really hope y’all like it and don’t forget to tell me what ya think

word count: 1,350
warning: sexual content (female oral sex)

Noah’s never been a morning person.

He would rather do pretty much anything besides get up before 8 o’clock – it’s like the teenage phase of wanting to sleep in late just followed him straight into his adulthood. Or maybe it’s a bad habit that he can’t break. Or maybe he’s just grumpy in the morning, but whatever the case, he doesn’t do mornings very well.

Or at least, he didn’t – until her.

His alarm goes off early, still a little too early for his liking, but he slaps it off quickly so it doesn’t wake her, too. Soft, early morning sunlight filters through the curtains, washing the room in a warm glow. It’s quiet. Except for the buzz of the air conditioning, it’s completely quiet, and he feels so sleepy and cozy and peaceful that he could go right back to sleep in a matter of seconds – but he doesn’t want to. Instead, he flips over to look at her.

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