Once upon a time there was a Space Outlaw who fell in love with the Space King’s daughter. They both agreed they were meant to be together. The princess decided to run away with him, and they planned to meet at their favorite meadow before they escaped. But it was a trap.
He’s bleeding from the huge gash on his forehead, his bike is in pieces of scrap metal on the side of River road and he’s fairly certain he’s missed his date with Tiffany… Taylor? No, it was definitely Tiffany. So yeah, he’s pissed.
Jughead Jones tucks his scratched up hands deep into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it against the wind, he inhales the familiar taste of tobacco and burnt paper and his shoulders finally slump in exhaustion.
This day sucks. It officially sucks, it’s sucked from the minute he set foot on the construction site to the time he walked into his second home, The Snake Sack Bar, he was tired, he was cranky and fuck if he wasn’t starving.
The blare of a truck horn shakes him out of his pity party, his redheaded best friend sticks his head out of the drivers seat window and grins
“Archie Andrews to the rescue! I’m here to save the damsel in distress.” He pulls to a stop beside Jughead as the dark haired man looks less than amused.
Archie’s eyes turn serious as he looks his friend over
“Seriously man, are you okay?”
Jughead shakes off his concern, he never quite got used to anyone caring about his wellbeing
“I’m fine, it’s my bike you should be worrying about. Look at her, she’s in pieces.” His hands are flailing frantically and Archie snorts
“Pieces doesn’t cover it. I don’t think even your uncle Harley can fix this buddy.” The all American boy drops a hand to Jugheads shoulder and begins to help him pick up all the pieces, throwing them into the back of his pickup.
“Mind telling me how this happened.” Archie treads carefully.
A low growl escapes Jugheads mouth,
“Jason Blossom and his goonies ran me off the road, probably has something to do with Jason taking over his dads construction company, probably doesn’t like that I’m working for Andrews Construction, or maybe they have something against the Serpents.” Jughead shifts in his jacket, the emblem displayed proudly on the back.
Archie snorts bitterly, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes
“Were 25 now, I figured the days of high school competition were behind us, he’ll never get over the fact that I stole quarterback away from him.”
Jughead shuddered at the mention of high school, that had not been a good time in his life and he very rarely revisits that place in his brain. He’s so much different now, ladies love him, he takes a new girl home every night. Gone is the gangly adolescent boy who hid behind bleachers, replaced by a filled out , muscular bad boy that drives all the girls who ignored him in high school mad. Damnit he could be showing that cheerleader Tiffany… Taylor, shit what was her name? whatever, he could be showing her the time of her life.
“I know a mechanic a town over, works real good with bikes. The shops open, I can take you there now.”
This is why Archie Andrews is his best friend, no matter what, they are always there for each other, it’s the way it’s been since they were four years old. Jugheads pressing some fancy satin scarf against the gash on his forehead as Archie mumbles something about Infection. They pull up to Pops Mechanic Shop and Jughead hops from the truck, he’s a bit woozier than he expected, his knees wobbly. Archie shoots him yet again, another concerned glance.
“I’m good dude, now where’s this mechanic you mentioned, I wanna talk to him about..”
He’s cut off abruptly by a distinctly feminine voice
“Archie Andrews, you better not have blown out your breaks again! I just fixed this truck last week.”
Jughead turns quickly to the voice behind him and nearly passes out. (It’s most definitely because of lack of blood, not the sexy creature before him.)
Standing In front of him is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, long tan legs are wrapped up in short denim overalls, a dirty, red rag is hanging from one of her pockets, her feet are tucked into heavy work boots. Jughead lets his eyes trail over her body all the way up to her toned,bronze arms, she’s covered in motor oil and dirt but it only makes that much sexier. her silky blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, her eyes are the color of freshly cut grass and her lips are so perfect it should be illegal.
“Nope not me this time Betty, check the back of the truck.”
As soon as she moves to the back her eyes widen
“Woah, holy… poor baby, what happened here?” For the first time since the conversation started Betty’s eyes are on his, ocean blue meeting meadow green, they linger on his before flickering to the steadily bleeding cut on his forehead
“It’s my bike.. well it was my bike. I kind of.. got into an accident.” He answers dumbly, she can obviously see that he was in accident. Dumbass.
“That needs stitches.”
She speaks so suddenly it takes Jughead by surprise
“The cut on your head, it needs stitches, you ripped it clean open. I can fix your bike, gonna take a while but I can get her running.”
Jugheads mind races to catch up with her
“Sure, shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out in the office, Arch I made cookies, there might still be some in the garage if the guys haven’t snatched them all up.”
A flash of red races to the garage, leaving Jughead to follow Betty.
The office is run down but usable,
“Do you have insurance?” Betty asks, her head buried in a filing cabinet, Jughead snorts causing her to look up a hesitant smile on her face.
“No.” the raven haired boy clarifies “no insurance.”
Betty nods, eyes understanding as she hands him a clipboard
“My prices are good, I won’t overcharge you, I can promise you I’m the only one who’s gonna be able to work on that bike.”
Jughead signs the paperwork quickly handing it back and sticking his hand out
“I’m Jughead Jones.”
The blonde chews on her lip for a Monet before taking his hand
“I’m Betty Cooper and I know who you are Mr.Jones” she grins wickedly and he smirks
He’s moving closer now, breathing in her air as she steps forward, face dangerously close to his own
“Mhmm, and that why I can say..” she trails off suggestively before taking a huge step back and shaking her shoulders
“I’m only interested in doing business with you, nothing more, nothing less. Your reputation precedes you Mr.Jones. I can’t count the amount of Husbands who come in here and try to sell their wives cars after you’ve broken their marriage up.” She giggled uncharacteristically before shoving his papers into the desk drawer
“So thank you but no Thankyou.” Just as she’s about to leave the room Jughead grips her wrist
“You don’t know me.” He speaks desperately, something about this woman makes him want to get on his knees and beg.
With sad eyes Betty looks down at his fingers holding her wrist.
“No.. but I know your kind.”
He wants to protest but Archie enters the room
“All set guys? Hey Betty, Veronica wanted me to tell you we’re coming over tonight, we’ve got a dinner party tomorrow and she has no clue what to wear.”
“I’ll be home.” The female mechanic smiles lazily.
All three of the adults head outside
“Well arch, I’ll see you tonight and Mr.Jones….”
“Tomorrow. I’ll be back tomorrow.” His eyes drill into hers and for a moment something flashes that he can’t quite catch but she’s quickly turning her back to both boys and walking back to work
“Whatever you say jones, see ya around.”
Archie looks back and forth between his two friends
“Everything okay? Hey if we speed I’m sure we can make it for your date with Tamara.”
Ahh Tamara, that was her name. Jughead stares out the passenger window and watches as Betty gets underneath a car, a wrench clenched in her fist.
“Nah, forget about Tamara. Hey you mind taking me to the ER, apparently I need stitches.”
An exhausted Evie was in such a hurry to just get back to her dorm and crash that she didn’t even notice the soft lamplight spilling out from the crack underneath the door, and as such, she was entirely surprised by Mal’s presence in the room when she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Mal was on her bed, cozy in pajamas as she sat with her knees hugged to her chest.
“Hey,” she greeted. The tv was on, and she absentmindedly watched.
Evie’s perfect eyebrows furrowed, very confused as to why she was seeing Mal here, already retired for the night.
“…Hi, M. You’re back early,” she noted, shutting and locking the door behind her. "What happened to your date? Ben’s king stuff come up again?“
Evie lobbed her purse onto her bed, let the gears turn and whirl inside her head for a second, then turned back to Mal with folded arms.
"Why do you have Evasive Face?” she questioned.
“Okay, one, I don’t have a face specifically reserved for evading, and two—”
“Why do you have Evasive Face?”
A defeated smile glided into place on Mal’s expression accompanied by an equally defeated little laugh. She couldn’t get anything over on that girl.
“…Ben and I broke up,” she announced. "Or I broke up with Ben, whatever you want to call it.“
Let us meet in a meadow full of wild horses. Where the mountains fill one horizon and the sky, the other. We can lie on a blanket with the wine and bread, then afterwards dance among the flowers in the afternoon sun. And as the sun slips away, let us share the crescendo of our day underneath a sky full of stars.
Summary: Ever since Tommy came and told Michael who his biological family was, things haven’t been the same between you both. Every week he comes to meet you, in the meadow near his old town, where you both spend some time together. But over time the meetings become less frequent and you find yourself missing him more and more.
A/N: Sorry, I got a little carried away with this. I just thought of the idea today and I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with it, but I hope you enjoy!
Gif by me
You decided to sit just outside the line of trees, hidden among the tall grass. It was your usual spot to meet, the linen sheet still laid out from the last time you were here. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and you were wearing a lightweight cotton dress- just above your knee- with a matching ribbon in your pristinely pinned hair.
Your meetings were becoming less frequent ever since Henry’s (or should you say Michael’s) biological family came looking for him. He promised he would always come back to you, but with his new life came new responsibilities and more reasons not to see you. Although, you tried your best to be happy for him, knowing he was never satisfied with the small town life he had here.
You waited almost an hour before you realised that he wouldn’t be showing; the sun had already begun to take its effect on the basket of food you brought with you. You were readying to leave when a low rumbling noise made you pause. With your hand you shaded your eyes from the sun, peering down at the road to see a car heading towards you.
Smiling giddily, you ran down the small hill towards him as he parked the car just off the side of the road. Almost knocking him to the ground, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your arms up to his neck and kissing him. Chuckling against your mouth, he loosened your legs letting you slide down.
Placing your chin against his chest, you stared up at him, as he swiped some loose curls from your face.
“Hey,” he smiled.
After nibbling on ham sandwiches and forcing down a few gulps of the now warm milk, you sat with your head against Michael’s shoulder as he stroked your hair. Despite not seeing him in so long the silence was comforting, you didn’t have to say anything to prove how much you missed each other.
You lifted your head as Michael shifted to face you, a small smile playing on his lips. Burying his hand into his front pocket he pulled out a small silver tin, flipping the embroidered lid open with his thumb.
“Woah, wait… is that?”
“Drugs.” He answered, retrieving two small pills and throwing the tin to the side. Popping one into his mouth he swallowed dryly before gesturing for me to open mine.
“I don’t know…” I hesitated. “What if it doesn’t taste good?”
Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of laughter. “I’m offering you drugs and the one thing you’re worried about is how it tastes?”
Turning your head down, your cheeks warmed as you giggled.
“Here,” plucking on of the raspberries from its container, he placed the pill inside, licking the red liquid that now stained his fingers. “Open.”
Hesitating, you placed your tongue out slightly. The refreshing sweetness of the fruit hit your taste buds as you close your lips over his fingers, licking off the remaining taste as he slowly pulled them out.
“Better?” He muttered, tracing the line of your lips with his thumb.
Nodding, you leaned back against the blanket, looking up towards the clear sky. It had only been a few minutes but you could already feel the warm fuzzy effect it was having on you.
Michael remained staring down at you, his eyes hooded. He always thought you were very beautiful, especially now as you lay sprawled in the sun like a cat. He never regretted leaving the village- he fucking hated it- but he always found himself missing you. You both grew up together, your mother was friends with his and they always chatted about how they knew the both of you would marry one day.
Leaning over he pinched the inside of your thigh where your dress had hiked up, revealing the top of your legs. Squeaking, you swatted it away, giving him a warning glare.
“You’ve always been ticklish.”
Without giving you a chance, he pinned you to the sheet with his legs, using his hands to squeeze and prod at your hips. Tossing your head back you let out a fit of giggling shrieks as you tried to shift from underneath him.
“Stop- Michael!” You were both panting when he finally stopped.
You were both extremely close to one another now, your faces inches apart. Shifting your head slightly you poked your nose against his, causing him to finally close the gap and place his lips against yours.
Your back arched, stomach grazing his as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.
Pulling away, Michael brushed your cheek, pecking your swollen lips one last time before sitting up and placing his forearms across his knees as he sat facing away from you.
Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his clothed shoulder.
“What is it?” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his back.
He was silent for so long you almost forgot you even asked him a question, focusing on the relaxing movements of his back slowly rising up and down.
“Come with me,” he muttered.
“Come back with me.”
You were stunned for a moment, pushing away from him as your brows furrowed.
“Michael, I can’t-”
Suddenly, he turned to face you, his eyes pleading as he placed both hands on your face. “Come on, you know you’ve always hated it here! This small town was never good enough for us.”
Swallowing, you tried to grasp onto what exactly he was proposing.
“You wanted to go to London, right? I can take you. I have this life now… with opportunities and freedom to do whatever the fuck I want.” He smiled.
“But where would I stay, I couldn’t just intrude on your family like that.” You said doubtfully, shaking your head from his grasp. “Besides, I can’t just leave my mum on her own. It would kill her.”
“My biological mum- Polly, she will love you.” He encouraged.
Sighing, you swiped some hair back from your face. Of course, you wanted to go with him, but it wasn’t fair to just up and leave; your mother adored you, you were all she has.
Noticing the uncertainty on your face, he reached over and grasped your hand. “How about for the weekend? I can introduce you to my new family… then we can figure out some sort of arrangement.”
A smile tugged at your lips. This was what you wanted, deep down you knew that. You still wanted to be apart of his life.
“Okay.” You whispered.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you-” he joked.
“Okay!” You shouted, laughing.
You both stared at each other, smiling contently as he slowly took your head in his hand and kissed you sweetly on the lips.
Imagine You're A Shapeshifter With An Unbirthing Fetish
You’re a shapeshifter who lives in the woods but walks among humans occasionally in the modern world disguise as a pregnant human. You do
this because you want to lure unsuspecting humans into your woods so you
can drain them of their old life energy and regress them back into
newborns inside your belly. You have the ability to control the mind of
the humans you wished to lure so this was no problem for you.
they do enter your woods, you meet them in a grassy meadow disguise as
one of your most attractive human forms, bared from any restrainable
clothings you have. Your massive pregnant belly seems to fascinate your
prey and when you begin touching it non-stop because of your offsprings’
constant squirming, you can already sense them being aroused already,
bringing them even closer to you until you both are within touching
distance. It doesn’t take long before you and your human prey starts to
make out with an uncontrollable desire to touch you and feel your belly.
You smile devilishly as you kiss them on the lips. This was going well as planned. They had easily fell for your trap.
prey is too entranced by their uncontrollable desire that they don’t realize that you are slowly pulling them into your womb where your other
preys have regressed as your unborn offsprings. Your belly starts to
grow larger and larger as they completely enter your womb but it doesn’t
stop there. By the time they’re release from their desire, you can
guess that they just realized what’s happening as you can feel them
starting to frantically kick and squirm in your belly along with the
other trapped newborn-sized human preys. You sit down on the grass and
groaned and moaned and shudder from pleasure from their strong kicks and
squirms, trying to get out of you but it’s useless.
feels so good. They’re just so active! You love it when you trap a new
human prey as your unborn offspring into your belly.
eventually stops moving, probably given up or turning back into a
newborn by now. You toss you head back, laughing at their useless effort
and rubbing the new massive size of your growing belly. You get up from
your sitting position on the grass to walk back into your woods. You
smirk as you rubbed your massive belly.
Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? (GastonxFemale!Reader fanfic)
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Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? Chapter 1
word count: 854
“Must you go join the war?“ You asked for the uptenth time, grasping hold of the 15 year old boys off white peasant shirt. Though he was barely three years older than you, he had already sprouted up over a head taller, so when he looked down at you, you had to crane your neck to look at him in his blue eyes.
Then I take Sullivan in my arm, her orange onesie printed with tigers and giraffes. She runs her tiny hands along my unshaven jaw. Her smile grows like Daisy’s.
“Don’t quit the fucking things you love, sweetie,” I tell my daughter. It’ll kill you inside.
When I become older—when I’m fucking gray, she’ll be able to recall all those times her father climbed. She’ll have watched me, seen me, doing what I love. I never want her to give up on the pieces of existence that make her her .
I want Sullivan Minnie Meadows to race one-hundred-and-fifty miles per hour. No brakes in sight. Don’t be afraid of the unknown in tomorrow. Don’t be afraid of death. There is no worse life than a hollow one. So be alive every second of every fucking day. That’s what I hope she’ll do.
For as long as I fucking live, I’m never letting anyone put out your light. They’ll have to crawl over my dead fucking body. (insp.)
Sai doesn’t ‘really’ believe in the paranormal. Ya’ know.. Ghosts, Werewolves, Vampires and other things that go bump in the night. But with her all consuming imagination and the fact that it’s too damn big for her to fathom, she can’t truly rule their existence out.
Especially considering the fact that for the last 6 months she has been having these erotic and so real dream of a man. But is he just a man? That’s the question she asks herself after every dream. Even in her or should she say their shared dream he seems way too good to be true or real.
Way to damn handsome.
Way too damn powerful, even with his simple stares.
And utterly too damn possessive.
His looks are completely out of her world. Men like him only exist in books, especially fictional works. His voice is downright sinful. That accent is to die for and when he says her name she swears she’s going to pass out from the pleasure it evokes in her body. Oh, and his touch? Like fire, all consuming and hot. But when she dares to touch him his skin is cool to the touch and so smooth.
In her meetings with him they almost always meet in a enormous meadow that is filled with hundreds, thousands and even maybe millions of flowers. They sometimes talk about her and her life and the things she enjoys. Sometimes they sit in silence, side by side and watch the flowers blow in the breeze.
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1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.
I’m 18 years old, and I live in England (I don’t have a posh accent and I don’t like tea- sorry for betraying the stereotypes). I’m a pretty artsy person, I love drama and especially dance- I’ve been dancing since I was like 3. You know that leg stretch thing Madelaine does as Cheryl, I can do that. I also love photography- I don’t have a great camera or anything yet, I just like taking pretty pictures.
3. What do you never leave home without?
My phone for sure.
4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?
Night owl definitely, my sleep pattern is so messed up.
5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?
Gosh, that’s a tough one. I’d love to visit Wonderland, as in ‘Alice in…’ because I’ve always loved that story, but I wouldn’t want to live there!
6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.
I’ve met a couple of British Olympic and Paralympic medal winners but I don’t remember their names… clearly they weren’t that famous?
7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?
I love classic 80s movies like The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller, St. Elmo’s Fire. I’m also a sucker for romantic movies like the first time, The Notebook, Me Before You.
TV shows? Obviously Riverdale, also Teen Wolf, Orphan Black, Brooklyn Nine Nine and Skins.
8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?
Varies so much across so many genres but some favourites currently are Oh Wonder, Ed Sheeran, Christine and the Queens, Halsey, All Time Low etc.
Hello all! Well with real life and, the holiday I’ve been extremely busy! But the wonderful @jaspertown sent me a PM asking for an update so I felt I should honor the request! Happy reading and to everyone in America Happy 4th of July!
The house creaked as the wind blew roughly around the silent and, barely standing structure. The lights were out, the rooms were covered in dust and debris, the windows were cracked allowing the wind to float through the devastated space with unchained ease. Two sleeping bodies were curled in a dark corner while the light of the full moon protected them from harm…
If only the moon could protect them from their dreams…
Today she’d been given both a gift and, a curse. Today she’d found out his engagement to Laurel was all a lie created by Robert for reasons that still remained a mystery. She’d found out that even after all these years someone was still in love with her and, she found out that sometimes a bridge can be built over very turbulent waters.
Felicity felt every seemingly perfect muscle of his sculpted arms as they slowly began to curl tightly around her slender waist. Her body tensed, her heart clenched and her lips quivered while her mind screamed for her to move…Instead she remained still, quiet and, oddly comfortable within his grasp. She couldn’t help but snicker quietly to herself when his fingers began dancing along her skin. His fingertips felt soft and, at the same time rough as they swept over the fabric of her borrowed shirt. She grinned lowly then whispered in muted tones, “I should be pushing you away yet here I am letting you hold me anyways…”
His touch sparked a memory of another time when Felicity should have walked away and, yet she simply decided to run straight towards him anyways…
little background before my question: There are two types of
meditations I do. The first is the official, lay-on-the-floor, meet
your guides in the meadow kind of deal.
second kind I just started doing a week or so ago. It’s where I kneel
before my altar, meet my guides, then say a quick good morning or
good night. The first kind is much longer than the second kind.
I am doing the second kind of meditation, I’ve notice these shadowy,
human-like figures (in the place where I meet my guides) making a
semi-circle around me but a little bit away from me. To keep their
distance I suppose, plus I also haven’t officially met them yet.
reading sopherielspeaks’ blog, he mentions that when you encounter an
entity you can say something like “…only
let those who come in light near me” to help you feel protected. I
thought that was good advice so I incorporated it when I say hello to
these figures because I don’t know who they are and have no idea what
their intentions might be.
are between 4-9 (with an average of 6) shadow figures when I start. I
will greet these figures, since I get the feeling that they are
here for me. But when I greet them, I will say something along the
lines of, “Hello spirits who are around me who come in
I’ve noticed that between 2-3 will walk away or disappear when I say
my salutations to them. After the first couple of times I tried to
reach out to them, to just feel
them, not to talk to them (I know I’m not ready to talk to them). And
they’re all pretty neutral or positive feeling. But even the few who
turn away are still strongly neutral feeling. (Note: I don’t
interact with spirits. I’m more of an energy person.)
when they turn away their attitude is not like, “Damn, I can’t fuck
up her shit today.” It’s more like me putting up a metaphorical “No
Boys Allowed” sign. They turn away with shoulders slumped, like,
“Aw, I can’t be by her today,” or even “I guess I’ll go somewhere else.”
Like they’re saddened or disappointed.
guess what I’m trying to say or ask is, even if I feel that all of
the shadowy figures are neutral or positive in feeling/attitude, why
is it that some of them walk away after I greet them and say my
little bit? I don’t think
any of them mean to harm me.
spirits be neutral towards a person yet not be able to be near them
because of the person’s warding? Also, can a spirit be positive
toward a person but not be able to be near them because of that
person’s warding? Also, if this spirit is supposed to be near me,
like be a guardian or a guide, why do they walk away?
is it not them but the wording in my greeting?
this kind of turned into more than a simple inquiry, but if you have any ideas, I’d be very interesting to hear.