secret sweetheart

Check yes or no: part two. A do over because of formatting

Check yes or no: part two IN ITS ENTIRETY, sorry for this who couldn’t see it all before.

Hello all, to those who still care and/or remember this little story of mine. For those of you who do not have memories akin to an elephant’s, you can fine part one HERE. I warn you now this chapter is a bit of a filler chapter, and probably could be better. However, I do have Part three (psst, this is no longer a three part story!) itching to get out and posted. So, hopefully it will be written by tomorrow as i’m off with nothing to do.

To the anons who long ago sent me messages to be about this story, don’t worry I have never forgotten, the answers are coming.

to @takemeawaytocamelot If I know my time zones like I think I do, it should still be Memorial Day for you, and well, you know the old saying: Christmas Day/Memorial Day, potato/mango (haha). I am so sorry I inadvertently lied to you about this story, but I never forgot about it. I hope you like it.


Part two:

God, she had missed him. She had tried to tell herself it wouldn’t be that bad, they would call and write, or they would see each other on holidays. But about thirty seconds after walking away from him, she burst in tears. Years, they had been apart for years. A significant percentage of her life. But it didn’t matter anymore; he was finally coming home.

Waiting in the main area of the train station, Claire couldn’t stand still. She continually ran a hand through her hair as she checked the arrivals board, not becoming even remotely calm until she saw him. Taking a deep breath of relief, she watched as he walked off the escalator. He stood tall compared to the hunched weary looking travelers around him.  She noticed he still had the old baseball hat she had given before he left. It was currently blocking her from his line of sight.  She couldn’t contain herself anymore, her hand shot into the air and she yelled his name, “Frank, over here!”


    Looking up to find her, he smiled and everything else she had been feeling seemed to fade away.  The drive home was anything but quiet.  They spoke of everything and nothing, trying their best to update each other on the last several years. Claire told him of her adventures globetrotting with Lamb and her excitement to be finishing out schooling before university in a real school, lockers and All!  Frank in turn told her of finishing his university studies and looking forward, much like her, to working with Lamb again in a real school, students and All!


    They were so caught up in conversation, that neither noticed the passing countryside that they had previously been so excited to explore. Neither had spent much time in France before, but were pleased when Lamb had been offered a permanent professor position, with Frank as his assistant. While still quite active, the years were beginning to catch up with him, so it would be good for him to have a more stable life.


    Pulling the car in front of the house, Claire gathered their things and made her way up the stairs but before opening the door she was stopped. Frank held her hand, an odd look on his face, “Claire, um, before we go in. I should probably…”


    He was cut off when Lamb pulled open the door and welcomed him back from his trip. He ushered him in through the house, conversation on the stairs momentarily forgotten, to what could assumed to be the office.

“That girl, how could you even, how do you deal with…ugh, she’s just terrible Jamie”


    “Hello to you too, Janet.” Jamie said, trying as hard as he might not to laugh, as he opened the door for her.


“What did she do now to have displeased you so?”


    “That girl canna have more that three functioning brain cells, it’s not possible. How she manages not to get lost on her way from her closet to the bed each day I’ll never know.”


    He couldn’t stop himself this time and burst out laughing at the image. Jenny just continued on, pausing only long enough to glare at him. “Oh sure, laugh about it. YOU didn’t have to sit in a car all day with her,and you didn’t have to listen to her as she tittered back and forth between dresses! I mean really, how can you stand it? What do you two possibly do together? It canna be her skills as a conversationalist!”


    Stopping then, she caught her breath and finally noticed his smirk, which turned into a full blown smile as he doubled over laughing.


    Huffing at him, she began to rummage through her bags. “Never mind! I don’t want to know!”


    “I’m sorry you had such a bad time with Annalise, but she’s really not that bad.  Maybe while you’re here you’ll get to know her a bit better. But, it is so good to see you, ye’ve been missed. I know Ian hasn’t been able to stop talking about your visit.”


    Jenny snorted looking at him in disbelief, “Not that bad, huh?” The smile she saw made her own turn up into the real smile he hadn’t seen in so long. He had been away from home for a few years now with little more than short school break visits to tide him over and it was never enough. Jamie couldn’t wait for this last year to be done with so he could make his way back.


When he had been accepted here, he hadn’t thought it would be as bad as it was, he had been so excited and so wrong.  Tonight, he thought he’d be able to get a bit of home back. Tonight was the welcome back ball and with Ian and Jenny with him, they would bring a little of the highlands to France.

Claire was putting on the final touches to her outfit for the night. She had spent the majority of the day on the phone with Gilli making sure that what she had put together would work as well as she was told it would. Pouring over her jewelry box for the millionth time, she contemplated once more just calling it all off, pulling on jeans and going to a movie. But, she had purchased her dress and shoes with Gillis a month or so before on her last visit to Scotland with Lamb. It seemed an awful waste of what she was assured many times wasn’t too much and would get the attention of every man there. The deep red, she had to admit, did contrast nicely on her pale skin and dark hair, but she was still nervous.


    Making a splash was all well and good, but doing so at a new school was something entirely different. She did her best not to think too much on those thoughts and the ever persistent voice in her mind saying, “Just be careful.” The sound of Frank coming in downstairs pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked into her jewelry again, selected ruby and gold earrings her mother had left for her, slipped her shoes on, and walked out of her room, deciding it was now or never.
   

“Hello Frank, you look very handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tuxedo.”


    She always thought that saying that someone was breathtaking was always a bit of an exaggeration, but Frank seemed to have lost his looking up at her, coming down off the stairs. She had never felt more powerful and sure than she did in that moment.

Coming up to him, he had finally gathered himself enough to tell her how beautiful she was. From his words and Lamb’s photo happy tendencies, she blushed a very close second to color she wore.  She finally relaxed a bit as they drove to the venue.  They stayed quiet through most of the ride, but she knew that she was ready. These types of events, while uncommon in her life, were not completely foreign to her.  She had, in the past, accompanied her uncle to various faculty events and research galas. She knew that, if nothing else, tonight she could mingle and get to know her new classmates in a more relaxed setting.

Walking up the main staircase, Claire could hear the chatter of people and the beat of the music.  She paused a moment before walking in, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We don’t have to go in you know. We can go somewhere, anywhere else; if you’d like.”
   

She looked between him and the doors for a moment, squared her shoulders and turning the knob saying “No. It takes a lot to surprise me anymore, Frank. I don’t expect anything in there to change that. Let’s go.”

Spinning around the floor, Jamie tried his best to take in his surroundings. He hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk to anyone, or even get something to drink. Upon entering, Annalise had drug him on to the floor and only briefly seen fit to let him rest. He didn’t mind too much really. Though, Jenny’s rant from earlier came back to him, as Annalise had also been talking for the better part of an hour, about what, he had no idea.  But, overall he was having a very nice time.


Jenny was beaming and Ian’s smile hadn’t slipped once, he never was able to take his eyes off of her. Annalise looked lovely too, she wore a fitted peach colored gown and since picking her up that evening, he, too, found himself staring at her when she looked away. Suddenly, something felt different, and he couldn’t place it. He tried to get her attention, though there wasn’t much hope of that while she kept talking. He brushed it off, determined not let his thoughts go past the two of them dancing.


    Suddenly, the song came to an end, switching to something much louder and more upbeat,  he was ushered off the floor towards the refreshment. She had pulled him down a bit so he could hear her over the music.

“I am going to run to the ladies, would you mind grabbing me a drink?”


    He nodded and pushed his way gently through those standing around talking. Placing his request, he finally got his chance to look around, and to see who had shown up with who. While not much of a gossip, he found it was better to at least know the goings on as it made his life altogether easier.

He hadn’t paid much mind to those immediately around him, only registering bodies moving in and out of the area. As his drinks were handed to him though, he saw a flash of red come up to the drinks area and directly into his arm.

“Oh! I’m so sorry… erm, excusez-moi.”


    It was quick, but he had caught it. English. Good French, from what he could hear, but definitely English. He turned to pick up a few napkins and decided to stick to English as well in response.

He chuckled cleaning off his kilt, “Nae, it’s no bother. Really, worse has be spilt on me before.”  He look over his shoulder then and his heart stopped.

“Claire…”

I am in love with the weird relationship dynamics between Liv, Rob and Aaron.

Aaron is 100% brotherly. He’s jokey and soft with her, always looking to be her best mate and only enforces when he really needs to. Liv answers back with him, tests the boundaries and Aaron let’s her off with so much.

Rob slips easily into the parental role. He’s firmer and set boundaries and has always demanded respect from the start. He’s soft with her when she needs it but pulls her into line when she steps beyond it and she seems to do what he says without much question. He’s the dad joker, the one who parrots all the stereotypical parent lines and he finds it easy to discipline… despite being able to have a laugh with her too.

So I’m just casually mention to all the people who may have followed me for Trollhunters and Stricklake that I have a movie recommendation I feel compelled to pass on to you: 

It just so happens to be one of my best beloved movies, a film that pretty much owns my heart and soul –– Strange Magic. 

We have a badass, sword-swinging Fairy Princess…

Originally posted by pigzfairy

…a legitimately intimidating Beast who is also a badass…

Originally posted by boggyfanblog

..but who is also a super secret sweetheart and a total fucking nerd…

Originally posted by tiniestflamingo

…and what’s more, we have a Beauty and Beast relationship where neither one physically changes.

Originally posted by pikuna

It’s a romance built on both of them being competent, well-matched badasses with enough sexual tension to make you blush…

Originally posted by soufflegirlwithafrozenheart

and on them being helpless dorks who don’t have a clue on how to handle the undeniable attraction between them. 

Originally posted by kindyco-art

Also, we have music. Great music. Alan Cumming and Evan Rachel Wood star in this, and both of them put their gorgeous voices to good use. 

It’s just a very lovely and earnest gem of a movie and it has a very sweet depiction of a Beauty and Beast romance, okay? 

Originally posted by smallherosix

Originally posted by tiniestflamingo

Originally posted by madfuryosaarchive

(I wasn’t fucking kidding about how flagrant this movie gets with teasing about  the sexy times ahead for these two nerds, look at them, they’re shameless). 

If you dig Jukebox Musicals, Beauty and Beast Romances, Monster Boyfriends, and movies like Labyrinth and Moulin Rouge, then go watch Strange Magic!

booksforthoughts  asked:

"Can I tell you a secret?" Nessian <3

@booksforthoughts it took me lots I am sorry, but I hope you’ll like it!

There’s light seeping through the windows.

They are both still in bed, and Cassian looks at the golden strand of Nesta’s hair, the sound of her regular breathing and the puff of air on his chest are all a proof of the beautiful reality they are now living.

He passes his fingers in her hair, brushing lightly on the pointed tip of her ear and she mumbles something under her breath, snuggling closer to him.

“Why are you awake. Sleep.” she says, her arms going around his neck, and he can feel every inch of her naked body against his.

Can I tell you a secret, sweetheart?” he asks as she looks up to him, those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes full of love and when she nods, there’s this look on her face, of trust, and he can’t see a trace of the walls he used to hate so much.

 Cassian holds her closer, kissing her temple and then her jaw, moving his lips near her ear as he whispers “I’ve never been more happy than I am now.”

And the smile that blooms on her face at his words, the way she takes his face in her hands and kisses him, the sweet taste of her lips, it’s happiness.

I can’t believe Stephanie Cordato Patrick accidentally ended up at a sketchy Halloween rave party in an abandoned warehouse without a floor.

I am incredibly interested in how she ended up there, especially considering she said you had to pay some guy on a street corner for a map.

anonymous asked:

can I request the RFA reacting to someone drunkenly kissing MC when they're out at a bar or something? thank you!!

Of course, anon! Here you go~

~Nao

RFA reacts to MC being randomly kissed by a drunk stranger


Yoosung

  • Friday night means social night
  • So Yoosung takes you with him when he goes drinking with his colleagues.
  • You don’t drink because you know how Yoosung is when he gets drunk
  • Also, you have to drive to get home.
  • The evening starts with everyone discussing about work and then moving on to random topics
  • Yoosung’s mood was beginning to loosen up and you could tell that it was almost time to go home
  • However, the guy to your left was too
  • He suddenly grabs and kisses you on the lips
  • Yoosung quickly jerks you away from him
  • “MC IS MINE,“ he firmly states, hugging you close to him, giving the guy an icy stare that scared even you.
  • That scary mood change makes everyone sober up
  • You now find yourself sitting between Yoosung and the wall whenever he takes you with him on Fridays
  • And everyone now knows not to make random moves on you for fear of him

Zen

  • The last day of the musical was a success, and the cast members were celebrating at the after party.
  • You were sitting in the corner, watching Zen horse around with his friends
  • An unfamiliar person sits beside you and strikes up a conversation
  • However, you notice that he’s been edging closer to you
  • And you’ve been trying to edge away too, much to your chagrin
  • “Aw, don’t be like that, pretty. I just want to be friends,“ but then he puts an arm around you and the other on one of your legs
  • You want to scream for Zen, but he’s nowhere in sight
  • You try so hard to keep your face away from him as he tries to kiss you
  • Zenpleasecometheresacreepomgidkwhattodoasdfghjkl
  • “OI, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO MY WOMAN?“
  • (Biker gang) Zen to the rescue!
  • He jerks the guy violently away from you and proceeds to punch him a couple of times until his co-actors pull him away from the guy
  • “Are you alright, MC? I’m sorry I wasn’t around, you must’ve been so scared,“ he says worriedly
  • “I’m fine now Zenny,“ but you grip his sleeve tightly since you’re still a little shook from the experience
  • You leave the party earlier than expected, and Zen spends the night comforting you
  • You both find out that the creep was one of the producers who was famous for harassing women when he gets drunk during after parties
  • The whole RFA gets wind of this, and… let’s just say that that guy suddenly had a string of problems and was never heard of again
  • Zen now makes sure to keep you constantly in his line of sight whenever you attend the after parties if at all

Jaehee

  • You girls decide to go on a night out after a busy week at the cafe
  • All the booths were occupied, so you opt to stay at the bar
  • The both of you were in the middle of an interesting conversation when a group of four drunk guys suddenly join you, sitting on either side of you and sandwiching the two of you in between
  • “So, what brings such gorgeous ladies to the bar at this time, hmm?“
  • You squirm uncomfortably in your seat as one of them puts an arm around you and you try to pry his hands away but are unsuccessful
  • “I suggest you stay away from us before anything dangerous happens to your lot, gentlemen,“ Jaehee warns in a calm, but stern tone
  • Uh oh. You completely recognize that tone as the one Jaehee uses whenever she gets angry.
  • The guy beside you smirks. “And what, may I ask,“ he caresses your cheek and keeps your chin in a firm grip, “would happen to us if we make a move on you, hmm?“ and then he proceeds to kiss you forcefully
  • You try to push him away from you, but he’s too strong for you
  • Jaehee sees red
  • She hits the guy closest to her and throws the other one that was kissing you
  • The other bar goers cheer her on as she beats the crap out of the other guys as you stand at the side in shocked silence
  • The police finally arrives and takes the men away and you both file a report
  • Zen and Seven (and Jumin and Yoosung, on occasion) now comes with the two of you whenever you want to go drinking after a long work week

Jumin

  • He attends a social function with you in tow.
  • Wine and cocktails everywhere.
  • One of the drunk guests gets close to you and gives you a kiss to Jumin’s dismay.
  • Immediately has his bodyguards remove the offending guest.
  • Tilts your chin up, and gives you a critical stare.
  • “That man has touched you, my love. I must cleanse you from his touch.“
  • You never finish that party, because he hurriedly drags you home.
  • Said cleansing left you with hickeys all over your body, and the inability to move for the next 24 hours.

707/Saeyoung

  • He doesn’t really drink, but you were going for drinks with your friends at a popular bar so he comes along.
  • In the middle of the merry-making, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom alone.
  • However, on your way back to the table, you are surprised when a stranger drunkenly blocks your way and pulls you in for a kiss.
  • You are more surprised when said drunk is violently pulled away from you.
  • “hey, wtf— mmmph“
  • …..!!!!!!
  • You stare in shock as Saeyoung kisses the stranger in front of you.
  • What’s stranger is that said drunk guy actually responds to him so YOU have to pull them apart.
  • You grab his collar and look into his eyes.
  • “HE’S MINE, SO STAY. AWAY.“
  • After the drunk goes his (scared) merry way, you turn to Saeyoung with hands on hips and a raised eyebrow.
  • “What the hell was that for, Saeyoung?“
  • He gently pulls you in for a hug
  • “He stole a kiss from you, so I took it back,“ he says as he kisses your forehead.
  • Do you smell….Alcohol???
  • “Saeyoung, are you drunk?“
  • “Noooope.“
  • You learn later on that your friends made him drink a shot of tequila  and everybody experiences your wrath.

Bonus: 

Saeran

  • You’ve been bugging him to go to a drinking party with you and your old college buddies
  • He reluctantly agrees, so he goes with you with Saeyoung in tow (much to his dismay, but big brother is worried!)
  • They sit on either side of you, so nobody could make a move on you
  • The night starts off peacefully, with everyone talking about their experiences after college over alcoholic drinks and a light dinner.
  • However, as the night dragged on, almost everyone started loosening up because of the alcohol.
  • One of them particularly being courageous and drunk enough to stand up and confess to you
  • “I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, MC!!! PLEASE LET ME KISS YOU!” he drunkenly shouts, and makes a dive bomb for you, attempting to score a kiss.
  • You are surprised with this declaration so you sit there in stunned silence, but Saeran reacts first and violently pins the guy to the wall while Saeyoung brings you to a safe distance away from him.
  • “Try that again, mister, and you might not just get a bruise the next time,” Saeran dangerously warns, as he twists the guys arms enough to make him scream in pain, but not injure
  • “Saeran, that’s enough,” Saeyoung scolds
  • He lets go of the guy and lets him drop to the floor with a thud, and pulls you away from the party.
  • Your friends now know not to invite that guy if they want you to come along with them, for fear of your boyfriend.

V/Jihyun

  • You were enjoying a quiet night with him, drinking at a seaside bar
  • When suddenly, a random drunk guy approaches you and kisses you
  • You are shocked, so you couldn’t react right away.
  • V swiftly grabs him and coldly pins him to the ground with his boot
  • He then crouches down to whisper something to the guy, which makes him pee his pants on the spot, apologize, and run away.
  • The bar manager approaches you and apologizes profusely, making the next round of drink and food free for you.
  • You ask him what he whispered to the guy that made him so scared
  • But he just chuckled and brought your hand to his lips
  • “It’s a secret, sweetheart” and he smiles as he empties his glass and orders another high ball.
  • Nobody messes with a drunk V.
nights for celebrations - jughead jones

Prompt: requested by an anon from my songfic list. Jughead and the gang have a night out with their Irish friend.

 A/N (please read): YAY SO IM FROM IRELAND AND I GOT TRY WRITE THIS YAY THANKS ANIN. This ended up being deeply personal as I myself am Irish and so this ended up being my favourite thing I’ve ever written (surprise, surprise the irish river dale obsessed girl likes the jughead x irish reader thing she wrote Also, Y/N ended up being super like me so apologies but I did try to keep her as ambiguous as I could). I hope you guys enjoy it and the extra bits (actual, not stereotypical or made up) culture I put in. The Irish stereotypes really pisses me off (and to be honest I don’t really like St. Patrick’s Day. I know, blasphem), so there are parts of me mentioning this in here.

listen to carrickfergus here

 Warning: Cursing, drinking.

 Words: 2014 oh god sorry it’s so long lol

 

It had been 10 months since Y/N Y/L/N had arrived on the scene from her native Ireland and if you said that she hadn’t stirred some variety into the small town of Riverdale, you’d be lying.

The night after herself and her family had arrived into town, she took a notion and fancied a burger. She found herself in your typical diner on the edge of town.

“Hiya, how’s it going? A burger and chips please. Sorry, fries.” You said to the dark haired lady behind the counter who smiled and you and took your order. Looking around the diner, you saw the place was busy enough, with one group of teenagers around her age sitting a few botths down. They were eyeing her out of the side of their eyes. Deciding to sit down and get out of their vantage point, Y/N pulled out a stool at the counter. Several moments later, an older man handed her the food and she thanked him as he looked at her with a quizzical smile. She noted they musn’t have many outsiders come into the town.

Just as she was finishing up her meal, a figure plopped into the seat opposite her. “Hey! I’m Veronica Lodge and I’m going to guess by the accent and the fact I don’t recognise you that you’re new around here.” The forwardness of the girl took you back a bit, but you laughed anyway.

“The accent stick out that much, huh? I’m Y/N” You extended her hand to Veronica to shake.

“I love it. I grew up in New York and I’m going to guess by the sound of it that you’re Irish?” Tilting her head at you and smiling, you immedietley liked this girl who was quizzing you even though you had just met.

“Yes, I am. We just got in yesterday. Economy is terrible at home so we needed a change.” Veronica nodded at you.

“Would you like to come sit with my friends? I was the only one brave enough to come and talk to you.” You nodded eagerly, desperate to try and make friends.

As she picked up your meal, she made your way to the booth of teenagers who were eyeing her earlier.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s Irish and just moved here yesterday. We’re her new friends.” You waved at the group and smiled a hello.

“Y/N this is Betty Cooper. Ultimate sweetheart and secret badass.” The blonde girl waved at her as her ponytail bobbed up and down.

“This is Archie Andrews, musician and football player. Your real-life Troy Bolton.” She smirked at the ginger boy

“Hey. Jaysus, with that hair they’ll think you’re the Irish one, not me.” The others in the group laughed at this.

The beanie-clad boy spoke before Veronica had the chance to introduce him.

“Jughead. Jones. The Third. Nice to meet you.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at the funny name, then realised she had heard worse at home.

Since that fateful day, much had happened. Y/N quickly integrated herself to the group and the became fast friends, enjoying her typical Irish sense of humour: sharp, witty and willing to take the piss out of everything, including herself. Herself and Jughead had become very close, and after 6 months, he kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

As March rolled around, so did St. Patrick’s Day, and Y/N may not be at home but she was sure as hell going to celebrate in style. She gathered the troops to her house and pulled out a 6 pack of cans of Guinness.

“Right lads. I’m not at home for our national holiday and I miss it so we’re heading down to the bar. First, I got the family to send me these over. Not the same as a good pulled pint but they’ll do. Drink up.” She handed out the cans and as she gave Jughead his she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Y/N, darling, I thought you hated the Irish stereotypes of drinking? Because, right now you’re certainly living up to it.” Kevin giggled, taking a swig.

“Now now Keller. I may not like the stereotypes but I’m still deeply patriotic and proud of my heritage. I don’t live up to any of the stereotypes; I’m not ginger, a leprechaun, I hate cabbage, I DO NOT  say ‘Top of the morning to you’ and I do not have a hidden pot of gold no matter how much you ask Jug. Now c’mon, away we go! ” Jughead laughed at his girlfriends antics but followed her anyway. He usually hated the social scene, but, as this was a local bar and not a club; he could do it (for Y/N at least.)

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table, with Johnny riding as shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance, you know

 

After an hour at the bar, Y/N had everyone in the bar celebrating Ireland. The party was in full swing with the whiskey and Guinness flowing. They were all chatting when Y/N stood up and walked over to the jukebox. Next thing, the music changed and on came Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. She walked over to Jughead and with all the strength in her body, pulled him onto the dance floor. After the song played, the young couple played some darts and some pool, in which Y/N beat Jughead at both. During some discussion of whether or not it was an 18 or 20 point difference between the in the darts, she pulled him in for a kiss. No matter how many times they kissed, he still felt like they were the only two people in the room when they did.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called, was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh, singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet

Acapella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me, you know

 

It was near closing time when the bar had quieted down a little that a slightly tipsy Veronica called out for Y/N to sing us an Irish song. Of course, the whole bar had heard and everyone was now chanting “SING!” at a very red Y/N. Giving in, she stood up on a bar stool as everyone fell quiet. Jughead was sitting right below her perch on the stool. He realised in this moment that he had never heard her sing.

Y/N opened her mouth, singing Carrickfergus, and it sounded like the soft ripple of a brook through a quiet forest. The whole bar was silent as she tapped her feet to give herself a beat and sang without a backing tune. Her voice was smooth, silvery and thick with emotion, with a hint of grit. Though there were over 50 people in that room, he could have sworn it was just the two of them, as through the whole song she never broke eye contact.

As she finished, she was met with whistles and applause from the crowd and pure shock from her friends. After many a ‘I had no idea you could sing’ and an incredibly bashful Y/N, she turned to Jughead.

“No idea how you hid a voice that criminally beautiful like that from a detective like me you lady.” She laughed at his words, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The group said their goodbyes outside the bar, and Jughead and Y/N began to make their way back to hers, hand in hand. Both taking a deep breath of the cool spring night air to rid themselves of the smell of smoke, whiskey and wine that had attached itself to their coats.

Now we’ve outstayed our welcome and it’s closing time
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine
As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

They laughed and joked around the whole way home, and upon reaching Y/N’s door; it was decided that Jug would stay the night. Her parents loved him anyway so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m fucking starving, do you want anything from the kitchen” She called over her shoulder.

“Me too. It’s me Y/N, I’ll honestly eat whatever is in your kitchen and lots of it.” He heard her glorious, melodic laugh from the other room.

She walked out with a packet of Doritos and sat on the sofa with him.

“Jesus Jug, that was one of the best bloody nights of my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I know it’s not either of our scenes but I had to make an exception for St. Patrick’s Day. I love you.” She smiled up at him from her place beside him.

I walked her home then she took me inside

Finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway girl and a perfect night

“I love you too. You know, I feel a short story coming on about tonight. A perfect girl and perfect night. I’ll call it Galway Girl.” He laughed at her face.

“You know there are places in Ireland apart from Galway right? I’m not even from Galway.” She nudged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Alliteration, Y/N. Alliteration. I have poetic license with this stuff.” Jughead smirked at his giggling girlfriend.

“You know, I just thought. I speak another language and I could say anything I want about you in it.” Y/N laughed at the false scandalized look on her boyfriends face.

“Is pian so thóin tú.” She kisses his nose as she says this.

“Does that mean ‘I Love You’?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her smugly.

“No. It means you’re a pain in the ass.” She doubled over laughing as he slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. She climbed onto his lap and pushed the beanie off his head and brushed back the stray hairs. Studying his beautiful face and staring into his eyes, she kissed him, soft and slow and filled with love.

“Tá mé in ngrá leat” She whispers, foreheads touching.

“Does that mean I love you?” He whispers back, breathlessly.

“Yes, that means I love you.” She chuckled.

“Well then tá mé i ngrá leat as well.”

For the rest of the night, the young couple lay in stitches, with Y/N trying to teach Jughead her native tongue. By the end of the night, he had the important stuff down perfectly.

Y/N was drifting off to sleep, head on his chest and legs tangled together.

“Hey Y/N/N?” The girl hummed in response.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” He whispered into her hair.

A smile broke out on the girls face, as she felt so at home in this boy’s arms, and he felt the same.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin.” And with those final words whispered, the young couple drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

My pretty little Galway girl

Scars (Hurt pt. 4)

Warnings: pretty smutty in the beginning and a little at the end.


A/N: I’m sad it’s ending but, all good things come to an end. A majority of this is in Peter’s POV. I feel like this is how Peter thinks about love.


Enjoy!

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Peter

I watched the beautiful woman below me, her chest was rising and falling gently as she slept. This was my second time waking up next to her and all I want to do is lock her in a house away from everyone, she would be mine and mine alone. She’d never leave me, I’d never leave her.

“I could do it so simply” I whispered against her hair and ran my fingers along the skin of the thigh that rested atop my legs. [Y/N] was currently pressed against me with her head on my chest and her leg wrapped around me.

I hated her.

I hated what she did to me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she smelled, the way she smiled. The way she made me smile, the way she made me laugh, the way she made feel. Especially now as her leg brushed against my hardening member. I just got it down. I groaned at the sensation, waiting for another press, gasping when it came. I let out a whimper as she moved her leg away completely. Only she could get me to whimper. She was so unintentionally sexy.

She rolled onto her back and I listened as her heart rate sped up. She was evil. She looks good enough to eat as her shirt was lifted to the point just below her breasts and her shorts sat dangerously low on her hips. Her lips parted and a moan escaped, I closed my eyes and listened intently. I had to unzip my jeans as they were getting tight. I watched her nipples harden through her top being able to see them even though she wore a bra made it even sexier. I almost felt bad about my hand grasping my aching member. Almost. But I didn’t feel bad, instead I opened my mouth and let a moan escape after she let out another one of her own.

“Peter” she moaned lightly. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. What was I doing to her in her dreams?  I wanted to do them now. I began pumping myself faster.

“[Y/N]” I whispered and opened my eyes to watch her lips tilt up just slightly.

“Yes,” she moaned in a fever. I was almost over the edge as her heartbeat sped again and she began fidgeting. She was waking up, I held in a groan as I pulled my hand away and manuevered myself back in my pants.

“Nice of you to join the living” I tried to sound calm.

“Oh God. You’re still here?” Her eyes fluttered open as her perfect mouth formed a perfect smile. My heart stopped because for one second I thought she was serious, but that smile gave my heart a restart. She had to be a witch.

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.” I rolled on my side to face her. I held in my wince, painfully aware of my member pressing against my jeans.

“Really? And what could I have possibly said in my sleep?” She placed her hands behind her head, trying to be calm. I could hear her heartbeat though, and it was telling all her secrets.

“Sweetheart, you were just curled up against me like a kitten” a smirk was playing on my lips. “And you were purringvery loudly.” She looked away. I loved doing to her what she did to me.

I was about to continue torturing her when​ my phone rang next to me. I groaned and rolled to answer it, I groaned even louder when I saw that it was Stiles face timing me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was watching with curious ones of her own. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Stiles, it’s too early in the morning for me to look at your face” I told him once I answered and his stupid grin was plastered on his face.

“Awe, don’t be that way. Plus it’s like 2 in the afternoon.” His upbeat attitude was irksome. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. Fucking hell, the time just got away from me when I was with her.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“We want to come swimming!” Kira jumped in to view.

“No.” I stated simply

“Pleeeaassee? We’ll get Chinese” he begged. He knew I loved the restaurant they went to, they would never tell me the name. I gave in.

“Fine. But, I want a full chow mein to myself.”

“And sesame chicken” Y/N spoke softly next to me but then covered her mouth as eyes widened as she was out of frame.

“And sesame chicken” I told him, looking back to my phone.

“Wait Peter, what was that?” His grin grew too large for his face. “Is that a girl?” I hung up.

“Holy shit that was close.” She sighed in relief. I’d be lying if I said her relief didn’t sting, I didn’t know we were a secret.

“Don’t want them to know about our secret rendezvous?” I quirked my eyebrow and leaned into her. She leaned away and furrowed her own, the scent of worry leaked into my nose as I inhaled. A look she gave me when I was being stupid, when I let an emotion show. How did she always know?

“You’re no secret, Peter.” Her eyes searched my face. “I just think it’d be hard to explain sleeping with each other without actually… sleeping with each other?” She tried to explain. I must have looked better because I didn’t deserve the smile she gave me.

“True. No one would believe that I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” The way her breath hitched made me want to continue, “Hell, I barely do.” I smirked as she pushed her legs together.

Her phone beeped and she read the text aloud.“‘Hey, meet us at Peter’s in thirty​, we’re going swimming!!!’ Wow, Three exclamation points… Kira’s excited” she laughed lightly and I scoffed.

“How do you propose the whole sleeping not sleeping thing?” I glanced at her “Because you reek of me… Among other things” I had her blushing again as she stood quickly and walked to her dresser.

“Do I really smell that bad?” She mumbled as she rummaged through her clothes. I took the chance to move behind her.

“Sweetheart, you smell absolutely delicious.” I whispered in her ear and took a deep inhale.

“You’re right, I should shower to get your scent off of me.” she walked to the bathroom quickly but not before I could see the smile forming on hers face.

“That’s not really how it works” I called to her.
—-
After [Y/N]’s shower it was my turn and I took a shorter one than her to her surprise. We rushed down the stairs to my car, we realized that we would need to get to my place before them so that I could change and we could come up with a plan. I’d explained to her my scent won’t just wash off, we’d have to go days without physical contact. Something that I never wanted to happen.

“We made it!” She said after I’d run up to my apartment at werewolf speed and changed into shorts.

“Not exactly.” I motioned to myself. “We still smell like each other” I didn’t mind one bit.

“I have an idea” she said after a second and to my surprise and delight, she lifted the white cover up, over her head and smiled. I watched her with hungry eyes. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me because now all she wore was a, deep red bikini that tied at the sides. I was brought out of my daze when I felt a push on my back. I turned with a raised eyebrow and lowered my defenses when I was met with a mischievous smile and another push, this time I allowed my body to move. Big mistake, suddenly I was submerged in water, I swam to the top and shook out my hair with a glare.

“Seriously? I told you, it doesn’t work like that.” I climbed out of the pool.

“Yeah but, if we look like we’re playing, that’s the alibi.” She grinned. It was a solid plan, better than mine.

“I knew I liked you” I poked her nose and smirked at her before I scooped her into my arms before hopping in the pool with her. What the hell am I doing?

“Shit.” She hissed when we came up for air. She brought her hand to her face and looked at it, I watched her pained expression.

“What happened?” I grabbed her wrist and looked at her hand. There were three claw marks on the back of her hand, claw marks that I left when I told her about my eyes, they softened and I kissed every mark.  "Never again…“ I told her as I held her hand, taking the pain away.

“It’s fine, they’ll be fine” She smiled at me “I’ll just have a few small scars” she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. “Thank you though, it’s like it never happened” her eyes sparkled up at me.

“If it starts hurting again just come to me” I was being drawn in to her, “come to me for anything.” I spoke lowly as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my head to lean my forehead against hers. I groaned when I heard the sputtering of Stiles’s shitty Jeep.

“What?” She questioned breathlessly.

“They’re here” I grumbled and got out of the pool once again she followed. “Showtime” I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

Once I saw Kira and Liam running to the pool I picked Y/N up and spun her before tossing her in once again. She came up for air and I laughed at the look she gave me.

“My payment?” I asked Kira who was already beginning to throw her pool supplies in. I heard Y/N say hi to Liam and begin making her way out of the pool I turned just in time to catch her swimming to the edge and climbing the ladder out of the pool, she pushed her hair back as she walked over to where she could grab a towel.

“She may as well be a Playboy bunny” Lydia spoke behind me. When I turned I saw, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia and my lovely nephew Derek gaping at her.

“Hey guys!” She looked up and gave the group a wide smile. Her voice must have brought them out of their daze because as soon as she spoke, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac began pushing past each other as they said their collective hellos.

It’s going to be a long day.
—-
I watched as Y/N sat on Derek’s shoulders opposite Kira who sat on Isaac’s. I wanted to feel angry at the fact that someone else was so close to that area of her body but, the happiness she wore made it impossible. I let out a small laugh when she fell into the water after Kira tickled her to get her to fall.

“You’re staring.” Lydia’s voice broke me from my gaze. I took a sip of my drink and stared straight ahead. I could feel her standing next to me, if it wasn’t Y/N, I’d have to say that Lydia was the least annoying person in Scott’s pack. I actually liked her. How could I not? She brought me back to life.

“So is everyone else,” I muttered at the small girl beside me. It was true, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Even now, as she swam to Liam to dunk his head, the boy nearly had a heart attack at the touch. Stiles was watching as he slipped through a straw and Scott sat on the pool chair next to him, trying to avert his eyes to any and everything.

“True but, you’ve been staring for months” she folded her lips. It was true, but it was much more than mere months. I’ve just been getting sloppy.

“So have you, apparently” I placed a smirk on my face. “Anything you want to tell me?” I leaned against the wall next to me.

“Ugh. No thank you, I prefer my men not to crawl out from the depths of hell.” Her tone was light “Besides, you’ve only got eyes for her” She nodded to Y/N, who was currently making her way over to us. “Stop staring Peter, before it’s too late” she walked away, but not before a tilt of her head that landed in Scott and Stiles’s direction. When I followed, my eyes landed on Scott, who was watching Y/N intently.

“Where’s she going?” She furrowed her eyebrows in Lydia’s direction when she reached me.

“Don’t know, couldn’t care less” I took a drink.

“Rude.” She giggled.

“You having fun?” I didn’t want to waste my time with her talking about anyone else.

“I’d be having a lot more if you’d join in on the festivities” she looked at me with big eyes. She pulled out the big guns fast, usually she saved this look for when I didn’t participate in birthday parties.

“What? I was just talking to Lydia” was that whiney tone really me? God she turned me into a big ball of mush. She kept looking. “Okay, if you want me that badly… Push me in” I smirked and walked to the pool, stopping just before the edge.

Much to my surprise, I felt her warm thighs wrap around me from behind and her arms were wrapped around my neck as I fell into the pool with her on my back. When I came up for air, I was immediately dunked back under. The second time I came up I was met with melodic laughter and a beautiful smile. I matched both with some of my own.

“See? Fun.” She said once her laughter died down.

“Yeah. Trying to kill me is everyone’s favorite pastime” I rolled my eyes and she laughed once again.

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d know” it was her turn to roll her eyes. We were interrupted when Liam did a cannonball. ‘Fun’ she mouthed as she swam away and Kira gathered the courage to splash me.

After a while I began enjoying myself, much to my dismay. Stiles and Isaac had double teamed me in a water gun fight and Lydia had to come ‘Save me’. I swam to the edge of the pool and leaned against the edge, my elbows resting on either side of me. I would love to say that I didn’t notice when her legs started dangling in the water next to me, but I was painfully aware of everything she did. We sat quietly for a while, watching everyone, we didn’t speak to each other until, she placed a hand on one of my biceps and squeezed lightly.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, shocked at the sudden sensation. My hand instinctively resting on hers.

“Not at all.”  She bit her lip softly.

Reader

Peter’s fingers felt warm against yours as you sat with each other. The sun had gone down by now and all the wolves were getting much rowdier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all day, and it’s not because he was shirtless. It’s funny how you never realized how much you looked at him before. But now, you may as well have it plastered on your forehead. Your thoughts broke when Peter let go of your hand.

“Y/N?” Scott spoke up next to you. You jumped just a little and looked up at him.

“Scott?” You mocked his tone and smiled at him.

“Can we talk?” He looked serious. You furrowed your brows and stood.

“Yeah, you okay?” You took a glance at Peter but, he was already swimming away. You took the towel that Scott handed you and wrapped it around yourself as you began walking towards the parking lot.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Peter” he told you once you’d reached Stiles’s Jeep.

“I’m not we-” you began.

“Don’t lie to me” his eyes flashed red for a second, you backed away. Scott didn’t notice, “I can smell you right here. I can smell you over where his car his. You practically live here. I’ve been smelling you here for over six months. I bet if we left for your apartment I’d smell him there, too.” he crossed his arms.

“ If you must know. He spent the night at mine last night and I have clothes left here because I forget them and-” you stopped short realizing how bad this sounds. “Look Scott, I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I definitely don’t have to explain what goes down in my nether regions” you glared at him, tired of the third degree.

“You do if I think you’re in danger! Being alone with Peter is the last thing you want to do.” Scott said in a huff.

“And how would you know, Scott? Maybe all the smelling you’ve been doing is taking up your ability to listen to reason. I mean come on, we’re standing in a parking lot, dripping wet. We look fuckin’ crazy!” You spread your arms to show the scene around you.

“You don’t understand” he started.

“No, you don’t understand. Is it so hard to think that not everyone is shitting on Peter? That he actually cares about us? He risks his life just as much as the rest of you! You’re at his house right now. Listen, Scott, you’re not his alpha, and you’re definitely not mine. so you can flash your little eyes all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from being an adult.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that hurt him a little but, it hurt you that he didn’t believe you.

You began to walk away but Scott grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest. “This isn’t about Peter” he said softly. Before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back for one second before stopping. The kiss that he was trying to give you would have been dubbed passionate if they were the right lips. He pulled away when he noticed you’d stopped kissing back. “What’s wrong?“he dropped his hold on you.

"Maybe before, Scott…” You began. It was true, you’d had a crush on Scott for a while but that ended a long time ago. You kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. “You’re an amazing friend…But, you’re not him” you shrugged and made your way back to the pool.

It was time to tell him everything you’d been feeling since the night at Derek’s loft. Even before then, you’d noticed Peter’s eyes on you more often than not. That made you curious, and you found yourself watching him. The friendship that you and Peter had was much more than that, you didn’t want to admit that you developed feelings for him. Much more than any crush.

“The other night was incredible, Peter” The woman said. Peter? Not Peter Hale. You rounded the corner slowly and saw Peter leaning against the wall standing over a woman with incredibly dark haired woman with long legs, she looked to be in her mid 40’s, she still had a youthful glow to her, maybe it was the Botox. Then other night? Seriously.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime” He leaned down to her shoulder. A rage came over you.

“Yeah. Maybe you should” you said as you passed him, bumping his shoulder as you did. You’re pretty sure it hurt you more than him. You walked over to grab your purse and your keys, you looked at your keyring and got a look of determination in your eyes. You made your way inside to the elevator and pressed Peter’s floor. You saw him begin making his way to the elevator just as the doors closed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He said once you reached his door.

“How’d you get up here?” You looked at him accusingly

“I took the stairs” he look at you quizzically. You sighed. Of course he did. You ignored him and began unlocking the door.
“Better question is, why do you have a key to my house?” He didn’t stop you as you opened the door, just followed you.

“Was a dare.” You mumbled curtly, remembering that time that you’d been dared to steal Peter’s keys, he’d had to stay at Derek’s for a few days because he was locked out.

“Original question: What are you doing?” Amusement danced in his eyes, it pissed you off that he thought this was funny. You were still reeling from your confrontation with Scott so it made you extremely irritated. You ignored him as you began searching through his dresser, he grabbed your wrist. “What. Are. You. Doing?” He glared.

“I’m here to take my clothes out of your creepy shrine.” You seethed at him once you ripped your wrist from his hand. “Don’t worry, you can go back to your housewife, I won’t steal anything” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked hurt, you went back to searching because you didn’t think that you’d ever cause that look in his eyes.

You started pulling your clothes out once you found them and you heard his breathing get heavy behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall, both your wrists were held above your head. “Why are you so mad” he growled, his fangs were out and that should have terrified you but, you weren’t afraid.

“Let me go.” You tried to move your wrists from his grasp to no avail, ignoring the fact that your heart was picking up in pace at his proximity.

“No. Tell me why, now.” His patience was running out.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with some married woman with boobs so fake that you could use them as floating devices.” You huffed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you want to do it again.” You mumbled.

“That’s a crock of bullshit!” He yelled, his fangs retreating. “What? Am I supposed to tell you about my nighttime activities? Is it in the best friend clause?” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke sarcastically.

“No, I just think you can do better” you narrowed your eyes back. He let go and backed away. He let out a low chuckle as his eyes raked your body. It was terrifying.

“You’re jealous.” He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “You don’t get to be jealous. And you don’t get to react like this when you’re jealous for the first time.”

“I’m not jealous.” You finally pushed yourself off the wall.

“I can smell it on you.” He said through gritted teeth. “You think it’s fair for you to be jealous right now? Because I’m sleeping with someone? I’ve had to watch you go on shitty dates for over a year. I was literally in your bed last night because you didn’t get laid.” He said so harshly that it made you wince.  "But now you’re mad that I did?!“ You started to leave but his frame blocked the door.

"I’m not. jealous.” You repeated, trying to sound honest.

“Now you’re lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. I see the way you respond to me, how you have to stop short everytime you think we’re going too far.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes fine. I’m jealous, okay? I know I don’t have a right to be but, I am. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything when it comes to you.” You walked closer to him. “But don’t think I don’t notice you stop short, too. You tease and tease but you’re never ready to seal the deal.” You huffed and it was Peter’s turn to look away.

“Because I don’t deserve you. What happens if you fall in love with me too and I hurt you? You think that I’ll be able to live with myself? You think that I’ll let anyone else live?” His eyes flashed blue once they were looking at you. “Every day with you is torture.” You furrowed your brows. “I am so attuned to you it’s debilitating. I hear your voice when it’s 50 feet away, I smell your scent everytime I breathe, I smell your hate, your love, jealousy, passion. Everything. I don’t keep your clothes here because I’m nice they’re here because I need to remind myself that I don’t deserve you. I do it all to remind myself of that. I would have been fine, torturing myself every single day. But then you had to go and decide to be my 'best friend’. I’m not in the market for friendship but, I’d do anything for you.” He was breathing like he’d just run 10 miles.

“You love me?” You said once he was finished. He gave you a look that said seriously? “I heard everything else but… You love me?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I’m in the 'love you so much I’ll go crazy if I don’t spend every second of the day with you’ kind of love.” He admitted, looking you in the eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“If you can hear me from 50 feet, how come you didn’t hear what I said to Scott?” You said softly, changing the subject. Peter Hale couldn’t love you, could he?

“Now you’re mad at me for not listening to your conversations?” His voice was light and a small smile was on his face. “Shut up and let me kiss you.” He said before scooping you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It had been a week since you felt his lips against yours but, it felt like a lifetime. He pushed his tongue into your mouth quickly and you fought a losing battle for dominance. Your wrapped you legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his member against you, through your bikini bottoms. He moaned at the same sensation.

Suddenly you were atop the dresser with Peter stood between your legs, his mouth was on yours in a fierce heat, there was lip biting and hair pulling. The kiss didn’t stop until you needed air and even then his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, down the middle of your chest. You pulled his swim trunks down and blushed as you felt the size of his member. He wasn’t lying. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your collarbone and pulled the strings to your bikini top. He massaged his hand on one of your breasts as the top fell.

“Peter…” You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

“I swear to God, if you say 'we can’t’. Someone’s dieing tonight.” He said against the skin of your breasts. You giggled lightly but, it turned into a moan as Peter bit your nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.

“I was going… to say let’s… go to the bed” you said, trying to catch your breath. He pulled away and smirked.

“Oh no no no, Sweetheart. I said no beds for our first time” he pulled your bottoms off. “I’m keeping that promise.” He began attacking your lips once more.
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“No beds, huh?” You said as you stretched out on Peter’s bed. You watched as Peter tugged a shirt over his head, already having put on sweats.

“I said first time. No one said anything about round two and three.” He smirked at you and crawled into the bed.

“You really love me, huh?” You bit your lip once he came to hover above you.

“I do.” He nodded firmly before giving you a soft slow kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you need for you to believe it.” He kissed you between 'i love yous’. You didn’t know how to feel, you definitely felt more for this man than any other but, love? “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready” Hurt showed through his eyes for a fleeting second before he said “You’ll say it back soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.” Peter meant it to be romantic but, it came out menacing and you couldn’t help but smile at the promise.

“I know you will.” You smiled up at him. You would make it your goal for him to never have that look in his eye again. “You still have that Chinese food?” You blushed out after your stomach rumbled lightly. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before climbing off the bed.

“I knew you were just using me for the Chinese.” He smiled.

“Of course I am. Why else would I be here?” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you both were laughing before Peter made his way out the door.

“Tell Scott that if he ever kisses you again. I’ll become the new Alpha” he growled and went to get the food.

you know it’s true love when he shows up to your room a little bit tipsy with a thing of Ben and Jerry’s singing Do Want To Know A Secret by The Beatles and you start crying cause he’s perfect

For the last day of QT appreciation week, I thought I’d put together a list of fanfic recommendations!  If you’ve finished your reread and need something else to get you through the next two days, these fics will help you out.  All of them are completed.

In no particular order:

on hairpins  by lirazel (attolia/eugenides)  When the citizens of Attolia complain that the Thief of Eddis is a terrible influence on their queen, they have no way of knowing the truth of their own words.

A Temporary Ability to Go Either Up or Down by lightsgetin (gen)  Eugenides was not stuck. A Queen of Attolia missing scene.

The Perils of a Fearsome Reputation by shewhoguards (attolia/eugenides + heiro)  In which flirting is hard, and even Attolia and Attolis can’t always have what they want at the first attempt.

a love that won’t sit still by pageleaf (minister of war/queen thiefFive times the Thief’s daughter stole something from the youngest prince of Eddis, and one time he stole something from her.  (Or, Gen’s mother and father through the years.)

rumor has it by plalligator (attolia/costis/eugenides)  “Costis, what in the name of the gods happened? I have heard from five separate people that you have a secret sweetheart who you went to meet on your day off.”

couldn’t fit in only black and white by pageleaf (attolia/costis/eugenides)  AU: Gen and Irene met as children, and have been in a hidden relationship for years now. The plan is to get married, but the relationship between their countries is still fraught, and with Gen’s position as Thief of Eddis, it wouldn’t be looked well upon. But people are starting to notice their closeness anyway. They decide they need a distraction, something to dispel the rumors until they can be married.  Enter Costis.

The Duchess’s Deception: An Account of Adventure, Intrigue, and Romance by plalligator (attolia/eugenides, sophos/eddis)  “I think it falls within the bounds of my eccentricity to attend a ball once in awhile,” said Eugenides, his eyes dancing.  (A Regency romance AU)

but for the grace of by betony (attolia/eugenides)  “Oh,” the Queen of Eddis said, more gently than she had intended, “it’s you, Eugenides.”

The Two Queens by plalligator (mostly gen, mentions of eddis/sophos and attolia eugenides)  A Treatise on the Partnership Between Eddis Thēlykό and Attolia Έndoxē During the Golden Age (Excerpts from the Introduction and Chapters 1 and 2)compiled by the scholar Sophia in the year 1022

for sins and false alarms by jediseagull (hilarion/philologos)  A single rumor could move mountains, or topple thrones. Sejanus had been very good at this game, but Hilarion knew better than to think it one of his own strengths. Then again, political acuity had gotten Sejanus imprisoned, his brother exiled, and his house doomed to crumble away with no son to inherit it, and Hilarion, for all his faults, would not make the same mistake twice.  But he could not imagine standing before their cranky, sleep-rumpled king and telling Attolis that he ought to be careful of a mere rumor.

if you’ll be my bodyguard by jediseagull (attolia/costis/eugenides) “Think of your poor sister, alone in a strange place. Come now, Costis. Even you can’t possibly be so hard-hearted.” And then the king was beside her, grabbing her hand and Costis’ and clasping them together. He looked up at Costis with laughing eyes. “I can make it an order.”  In which Thalia Ormentiedes meets royalty….and Costis is definitely in over his head.  Written for Yuletide 2014.

À la vie, à la mort (Widowmaker x Reader Fanfiction)

My entry for the fanfic wrtiting contest of @overwritings
Thanks for taking it!


Summary: You and Widowmaker have been in a relationship for a few months, which proves to have hardships as you are an Overwatch Hero and she literally is your enemy. Also, the fact she enjoys marking her territory hasn’t gone unnoticed by Tracer. Someday, you will have to tell your best friend. But things take an unexpected turn.

Also, the Reader once had the biggest of crushs on Amélie Lacroix when she was still “alive”.

Word Count: 5227

Genres: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Death

Those written like this are the Protagonist’s thoughts. They’re also in 1st person narrator.

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Sneaking notes during history class, giving quick pecks on the lips in the library behind book shelves or long hugs when no one is watching. Seulgi is Irene’s secret high school sweetheart and that’s really the only thing that makes school bearable.

(insp.)

Plot 135: Geisha (inspired by babydolltheanimatronic’s submission)

Muse A and Muse B are orphans who meet by chance on the street. With no one else to look after them, they spend several days fending for one another and gradually becoming friends because of their similar circumstances. When Muse A doesn’t turn up at their usual meeting point one night, Muse B is forced to assume the worst and move on. Years later, the unlikely duo meets again; Muse A has become a beautiful Geisha while Muse B has become a fierce Samurai. The two instantly remember the connection they once shared and begin to fall in love. Unfortunately, Muse A captures the attention of an abusive Shogun (Muse C) who will do anything he can to keep Muse A to himself.


Muse A is beloved member of the Imperial family. During a surprise birthday celebration, Muse A is presented with a beautiful performance by Muse B, a very popular Geisha. Muse B sings like an angel and is the most graceful dancer that Muse A has ever laid eyes upon.  After just one evening, Muse A is enchanted by Muse B and insists on becoming their Danna (patron). Muse B will enjoy all of the luxuries afforded by Muse A’s riches upon the condition that Muse B be available to entertain Muse A whenever asked.


Muse A is a young man from a poor family who has struggled for most of his life. Muse B is a young geisha-in-training (Maiko) when she meets Muse A. Despite having little in common with one another, Muse B is very nice to Muse A and Muse A never forgets this. So touched by Muse B’s kindness, Muse A vows to work hard and become wealthy so he can be worthy of Muse B’s affection.


Muse A is going to war and must leave their secret sweetheart, Muse B (a Geisha) behind. Though they are separated, the lovers manage to stay in touch by writing letters. As the months stretch on, however, Muse B’s letters become fewer and fewer until they simply stop coming. Muse A is heartbroken but must stay the course of war for several more weeks. When Muse A finally returns home, they immediately seek out Muse B to find out what has happened. Muse A is crushed to discover that Muse B is no longer a geisha and has become promised to someone else (Muse C) through omiai (arranged marriage); Muse B still loves Muse A but does not wish to go against the wishes of their family.

alexanderhammyhamham  asked:

Alright *smiles at Mush before going and sitting down on a park bench and watching them* -Cheers

Kid Blink- Any particular reason why you’s blushin’ like that?

Mush- *flustered* ‘S cold out, is all!

Kid Blink- No it ain’t, it’s the middle of spring.

Mush- Okay, okay, fine. So maybe it’s ‘cause of Cheers. Promise ya won’t say nothin’?

Kid Blink- Long as they don’t distract ya from work, my lips is sealed. Promise.

  • TIM GUNN: Yes. My father was a career FBI agent, 26 years. And he was - well, he was an agent but he ended up being J. Edgar Hoover's ghostwriter, speechwriter - took care of all the correspondents and his office was two doors down from Mr. Hoover's office.
  • And growing up, my sister and I loved the FBI tour. And this one particular year, I was nine or 10 and my sister was therefore six or seven. And my father said, you kids are going to be so excited - Vivian Vance is in Mr. Hoover's office. And I was a huge "I Love Lucy" fan. Would you like to meet her? Well, yes, of course. So we did and it was lovely and she was charming.
  • Years later, my father's in a nursing home with Alzheimer's disease - he's not at the Thanksgiving table where family has gathered. And all these rumors are out about Hoover being a cross-dresser.
  • PETER SAGAL: Yes.
  • GUNN: So I was reflecting upon that time in his office with Vivian Vance.
  • And I turned to my sister and I said, upon reflection, I know it was years and years ago - doesn't it strike you as odd that Hoover wasn't in the office?
  • MO ROCCA: Wow. My question is.. How was J. Edgar Hoover as Vivian Van dressed - which is really what matters?
  • GUNN: A stunning house dress.
  • KLEIN: If that's the look he wanted, he got a good one.
  • GUNN: But I have to tell you this too, I wrote about this in one of my books - "Gunn's Golden Rules." It was published by a division of Simon & Schuster. The Simon & Schuster legal team went to task on that book. They spent two weeks with it and they contacted Vivian Vance's two biographers - neither of whom knew anything about this visit to the FBI, and then they went to the FBI to look at their visitor logs - no Vivian Vance.
  • SAGAL: That is...
  • KLEIN: ...Your dad is a betrayer of secrets and a sweetheart. It was so nice to feel like - my kids would love this.
  • GUNN: And that's true.
  • SAGAL: So let's follow logic. So J. Edgar Hoover wants to dress up as Vivian Vance, but that's not enough. He wants to meet children as Vivian Vance.
  • GUNN: Exactly.
  • SAGAL: And so he says your father - he says, get me some kids.
  • GROSZ: It's weird 'cause it's like your father was the Ethel to J. Edgar Hoover's Lucy.