praying this meant something

Veronica's House Party

She was dreading it. It’d been about 3 weeks since she last saw him. They cried and held each other on the worn out sofa in his fathers trailer, clinging onto each other for hours praying that the other would say something that meant they didn’t have to split. She needed him and he needed her.

Week 1 was the worst. She lay in bed almost all day eating ice cream while Veronica sent her messages constantly asking her to come out because she needed “fresh air”. No, the only thing she needed was him. Jughead Jones. Her drug, her life, her world.

Week 2 was better. She went out and met up with her friends. They talked and laughed but there was still a part of her missing.

Week 3 was..eventful. It was Veronica’s birthday on the weekend so everything had to be planned and perfect for the “house party of the year”–at least that’s what she’d heard around school. But to her, Betty Cooper, it was the first time she’d see Jughead in weeks. Was he hurting like her? Did he feel the pain she felt inside? Did he miss her? Well..she was gonna find out in about 4 hours.

Veronica had told her to find the sexiest dress she could find to show him what he was missing. So that’s what she did..was it appropriate? No. Did she look hot? Yes. So in Veronica’s eyes and mind..that’s all that mattered.

Betty walked down the stairs slowly, her hand holding onto the rail so she didn’t fall in the 6 inch heels V had forced her to wear.

As she slid past a couple in the doorway of the kitchen eating each others faces off, she slipped and stumbled into some familiar arms. She knew that touch. She knew that smell, the cologne she bought him for his birthday a few months ago. That touch that made all of the things in her mind disappear and focus on him and only him.

She turned around slowly, looking up into his crystal blue eyes. She watched as his eyes took in her body, the dress, the shoes, the curves, the lips and the eyes. The same eyes that would make him weak and fall in love over and over again.

“Hey” he mumbled to the beauty standing in front of him his eyes not leaving her lips. The lips that he was once able to touch anytime he felt like it.

Oh my god. What was happening. She was losing control. Before she knew it she was pushing through the crowd, her hand linked in his leading him upstairs into the spare bedroom.

She locked the door and before she had chance to pounce he already had her pressed against the door their lips making that same spark they always did. He placed soft kisses on her neck but that wasn’t enough. Betty was always elegant and innocent but not tonight. She’d waited too long. She needed him and she needed him now.

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his lap as she took off the leather jacket that hung over his shoulders. His hands ran all over her body and through her hair. This was it. This was what she was missing. She needed him back and dammit she was gonna make that happen whether her parents liked it or not.

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Despite the dark clouds over my head, I am humbled (and emotional) to have received so many tags these past few days.

To @roman-reigning, @nashike@kayah16, @titaniumkitten, @dragon-familiar,  @theworldiscolorful, @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury, @penelo14,@rivela @wwesensualfanfics, @quavoswifeee, @kingofwrestlingstyle, @jessyulrich, @metal-is-life091, @flyinghetfield, @caramara3:

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In one or another, every single one of you has touched my life and I couldn’t think of anything witty or original so I hope this post will do.

The Feast of Saint Gabriel

Summary: The reader has spent a chunk of time preparing a surprise for Gabriel but his arrival surprises them and ruins the surprise.  However, Gabriel is able to use his powers to restore things to the original state the reader intended and the two share a few hours of stories and sweets.

Author: @revwinchester

Pairing: Gabriel x (gender neutral) Reader
Other Characters: Sam and Dean

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: a little bit of cursing, vaguely implied smut

A/N: This is one of my entries for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge.  This is for the dialogue prompt, “I can’t believe you thought I punched him. No, I slammed a shovel into his face. Big difference.”  I was already working on this piece when the prompts were announced and I tried to work it in here as seamlessly as possible.  In other news, today is actually the former date of the Feast of Saint Gabriel before he got smushed into sharing a day with Michael and Raphael during Vatican II.

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Other Worldly (Part 7)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Reverse!French Mistake)

Words: 2,642

Summary: Reader bakes a pie and has two very troubling dreams.

Warnings: Blood, a swear, mentions of death, werewolves, and nightmares

Tags: @garveygirl139 @fandomcrazedhuman @kyleewinchester @thequeenofgood @juliakidx (If you want to be tagged in future updates, let me know!)

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Originally posted by laughing-at-gilded-butterflies

A week later and you felt very disheartened. Sure, Sam and you were still very good friends, and it was still super cool to be living in the bunker, but you were starting to lose hope of every getting home. Castiel hadn’t checked back in since you’d prayed to him but you hoped that meant he was close to finding something and didn’t want to leave it.

Not to mention Dean. You’d tried so hard to get him to warm up to you, admiring the Impala, proving your worth with case ideas and facts to help, quoting movies you knew were his favorite, even reminding Sam to get pie at the store. So far, nothing had worked. Every time it seemed like he might like you, he would become all cold and reserved.

Now, you sat on the couch, Sam sitting on the floor in front of you and the two of you watching a movie. “Hey Sam?” You said, the first words either one of you had said since the movie started.

“Hm?” Sam responded, not taking his eyes off the screen.

You took a deep breath. “This might sound a little weird but… Can I play with your hair?”

Sam chuckled and twisted a little to look at you. “Is this your fangirl talking?”

You shrugged. “Maybe. It’s just so long and pretty and-“ You made an almost inhuman sound to try and express what you were trying to say, making Sam give a full on laugh.

“Sure, go ahead.” He finally concluded, turning back around and leaving the full extent of his hair for you to play with.

You let out a small squeal of delight and picked up a strand. You had almost completed the third small braid when Dean walked in. He glanced at you, your hands in Sam’s hair, and then to Sam. They shared a meaningful look that you couldn’t decipher and Dean sighed.

“Couples are so weird.“ He muttered, surprising you.

“Couples?” You questioned, your hands falling from the younger brother’s hair as you stood up. “What are you talking about?”

Dean gave you a look. “You and Sam. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”  

You looked at Sam and then back to Dean and then to Sam again and finally bursted out laughing. “You think-“ A fit of giggles attacked you again and you doubled over, holding your stomach in laughter. “You think Sam and I are dating?”

Dean shrugged, an uncomfortable look on his face. “I tried to tell him.” Sam told you, seeming unaffected by his brother’s statement, because he too knew how preposterous it was.

When you had calmed down enough to speak, you took a deep breath. “Dean, I am not dating your brother, okay? I don’t even like him that way. Trust me.”

Sam acted offended. “Well, what’s that supposed to mean, Y/n? It’s not like you’re some prize either.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and then turned back to Dean. “I was thinking about making some apple pie for desert tonight, so unless you want to ask if I’m dating Cas too, I’ll go start on that.” You brushed past him, done with his attitude towards you.

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Preference #6: You Get Injured While He's On Tour

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Luke: It had started with a phone call. Reaching over into the passenger seat of the car, a split second was all it took. Another car slammed into the side of your door, and the sound of your heavy breathing was the last thing you remembered. When you woke up in the hospital several hours later, the nurse was standing next to your bed with a bored look on her face. She dropped all your things into your lap, before walking out without a word. You snorted at her attitude, before wincing at the ache coming from your head. Your head and chest were the only the only things that ached, and you realized just how lucky you were. Suddenly, the door to your hospital room burst open, as Luke all but collapsed into the room. As he straightened himself up, he turned back to point at the door. “I thought that was gonna be a lot heavier.” As if he remembered something, he turned back to look at you before scrambling for your bedside. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes wide from the undoubtedly long plane ride. “I’m fine.” You whispered, your head hurting at the noise. “You really didn’t have to come back.” He leaned over and softly kissed the side of your bandaged head. “No matter what, I’ll always be here for you. Especially when you get in car accidents.” Your face broke out into a smile wanting to laugh, before his hand reached out to cover your mouth. “It is not funny! You could have died!” Pulling his hand from your mouth, you tugged him into your bed. When he was situated next to you, you leaned up to whisper in his ear. “But I didn’t.” Before he could respond, you leaned your head onto his chest and immediately fell asleep. He let out a sigh, before tangling his fingers in your hair, and drifting off to sleep himself.

Michael: An incoming Skype call quickly filled your computer screen. Without hesitating, you pressed the accept button, the corners of your mouth already pulling into a smile as you watched it load. “Mikey!” You exclaimed, only the top of his head visible. As he adjusted the screen, he yelled back, “Cripple!” Your smile dropping, you raise an eyebrow at him. “So, it’s okay to joke about it now?” He laughed, “(Y/N), you literally fell down the stairs because you were going too fast and sprained your ankle. How is that NOT funny?” You laughed loudly, your eyes focused only on him. “That’s not what you were saying last week, when you called me finding out I was in the hospital.” You said, your voice starting to laugh. “You are absolutely right, it was not funny last week. My only regret now is that I can’t decorate your crutches.” You smiled, before reaching out to touch his image on the screen. “Maybe I’ll save them, so you can decorate when you get home.” You said, trying not to sound sad. “You know that’s only my dream, babe. I’ll be home before you know it to decorate those crutches. How do you feel about glitter?” You laughed, instantly forgetting the sadness. He always knew how to make you feel better. 

Calum: You’re an extremely competitive person. You played a lot of sports while being in university, and couldn’t go a day without being outside. Last night, you had been at one of your typical rugby matches. It was just a light game, something you did with your best friends. You didn’t see the blow coming, but a girl from the other team absolutely rammed into your side and your head vibrated against the ground. You had already encountered many concussions in your lifetime, so as soon as you sat up and could barely see 3 feet in front of you, you immediately convinced your friends to take you home. You woke up in total darkness, your head still vibrating. Suddenly, a phone call vibrated through. Your ringtone pierced through your head, and you wanted to scream at the pain. Pulling your phone to your side, you sighed in relief as the ringing ceased. “Calum,” you choked, your voice only whispering. “(Y/N)! Oh my god, are you okay!? I heard from-” You snapped the phone away from your head, holding the device a good ruler length away from your ear. “Calum, I am concussed. If you could please stop yelling?” “Oh right, sorry.” “It’s really not that big of a deal. I’ve been through this a couple times before. I just need to rest it off.” You sighed, rubbing your temples. Reaching over to the bedside table, you knocked back the waiting advil you had gotten out last night. “I know. I just worry about you.” Smiling, you tightened the blankets around your body and buried deeper into your pillows. “I know. You know what you can do to make me feel better?” You asked, your voice childlike. “Anything you want, babe.” Closing your eyes, you focused solely on his voice. “Can you just tell me about your day, like we do when you’re here.” Without answering, Calum launched fully into a complete rundown of his day, and you softly drifted back to sleep, listening to the sound of his lilting stories. 

Ashton: You’re not a person who’s good at confrontation. You let people walk all over you, because you were always concerned with making everyone else happy. When you were little, you always were blamed for everything, because you hated fighting. It had started in a coffee shop, when you were just standing in line, your headphones plugged into your ears. A group of girls had walked up to you, and you’d hesitantly pulled out your earphones, knowing instantly what they wanted. Just from the look on their faces, you knew they were fans. Before you could think, the three young girls had walked up and without a word, dumped their scalding hot coffee’s down your front. Amidst gasps from the rest of the customers in the store, you had screamed weakly, before bolting home. It wasn’t so much about the actual injury, but rather the fact that fans actually attempted to physically hurt you. As soon as you arrived home, you collapsed onto the couch, sobs wracking your body. Clutching the nearest pillow to your face, you screamed until you felt yourself go lightheaded. From your pocket, your phone began to buzz. “Ash,” you whimpered, as you attempted to wipe the tears from your vision. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He asked, his voice dropping. “No.” You cried, your body aching for him. “I’m not okay.” You could hear him sigh down the line. “What’s the matter?” Your hand wiping at your eyes. “T-the fans. I was out, and they tried to hurt me.” “W-what do you mean?” He said. You knew that he knew exactly what you meant, but was praying that it was something else. “I was at the coffee shop next door, and they dumped their cups all over me.” You whispered, your hands knotted in your blanket. “(Y/N), I am so sorry. I don’t have any idea what i can say to make it better.” Sighing, you pressed your face into the pillow, attempting to mask your sadness. “It’s just getting harder and harder not seeing you.” “(Y/N)…” “I-I know. You can’t, and it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it was just scary. I’m sorry for bugging you and-” “(Y/N), listen to me. There is nothing that comes before you. And you don’t need to justify for the way you’re feeling. I-I’m coming home, okay?” “Ashton-” “No. I started this in the first place, and I’m not leaving you by yourself anyways. I love you so much, okay? I’ll be there soon.” You tried not smiling, you really did. Tears still fell from your ears, as you listened to the one voice that could make you so incredibly happy. “I love you more." 

Fic: The Second Chapter (OuaT, CS, LD, Summer Challenge, K, Fluff)

Title:  The Second Chapter

Series:  Summer Challenge

Day:  12

Author:  Roguie

Fandom:  Once Upon A Time

Pairing:  Killian/Emma

Rated: K

Words: 3200+

Spoilers:  Nope

Summary:  They’d shared a dance at a royal ball he’d not wanted to attend, but after having her in his arms, he couldn’t fathom not seeing her again.  He’d wait on the bluffs until the sun went down if there was the smallest chance she’d meet him before he sailed off into the night.

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