since i was ~in the mood~ last night

Oop! I wanted to share at least these few doodles of X I did during last night’s Stream. I’m sorry those who came earlier had to listen to me mumble the first couple of minutes– I’m a bad conversation-starter, so I need to work on that!!

These again were just more redraws of official artwork, since I was still in the mood for that! Which I feel turned out nice, except that weird hand pose which I can never seem to understand correctly. :V

most underrated scene in the raven king
  • blue: to think you could have been dreaming the cure for cancer.
  • ronan: look sargent, i was gonna dream you some eye cream last night since clearly modern medicine's doing jack shit for you, but i nearly had my ass handed to me by a death snake from the fourth circle of dream hell, so you're welcome.
  • blue *touched*: ah, thanks, man.
  • ronan: no problem, bro.
Humans are wird: getting a cat

Zhaxu looked out of the window in ze little room. Ze carefully opened it and whispered: You are welcome to come in. Hoping that this was the night it was going to happen.

Ze had been so excited to be chosen amongst all the potlings to go to earth. It had been such a wonderful trip. Ze lived with human-Jesper who called ze “My favorite little squid.”

At first Zhaxu was worried human-Jesper didn’t like Ze but then human-Jesper laught and told ze that squids were very smart and he showed ze videos of squids fooling humans. So now Zhaxu was proud to be human-Jesper’s favorite little squid even if ze wasn’t little at all, it was just human-Jesper who was so big!!

Zhaxu really hoped that tonight was the night ze wish would come true.
When human-Jesper had thrown a birthday party for ze Zhaxu had gotten a birthday cake and when ze blew the candles ze wished for this one thing and the humans had told ze that a wish made when blowing out candles at a birthday cake would come true.
Ze was a little concerned that it wouldn’t work because ze was not born but had hatched, but human-Jesper said that that didn’t matter. The day you came into the world was your birthday!

Zhaxu dreamed about the night human-Jesper took ze to meet his sister.
They sat in the living room when it came in. It was slim and beautiful, gray with white stripes and it moved with such grace.
It came up to Zhaxu and jumped on ze lap.
Zhaxu was overwhelmed but human-Jesper told ze to stroke it and ze did.
It began to make the most wonderful little noise and ze just wished ze could sit with the amazing creature forever.

I thought you didn’t want an other cat human-Jesper said. I didn’t answered his sister but this little fella just wandered in and refused to leve, so now I have a cat.

Since that day Zhazu made sure ze window was open at night and whenever ze saw a cat ze told it, that it was welcome in ze room.
But no cat came and now time was running out.

Next morning the room was empty and Zhazu was so disappointed that ze turned almost white with distress.
Ze tried to put up a good mood but human-Jesper saw right through ze.

What is wrong? he asked looking worried. Zhazu tried to avoid telling him. If ze told him ze wish it would not come true but at last ze gave in.
Ze told human-Jesper how much ze wanted a cat of ze very own and how ze had been opening the windows at night and had wished when blowing out the candles. Finally ze whispered “but now it won’t come true”

Zhazu was so distressed ze again lost all colors. Human-Jesper smiled at ze and said “My favorite little squid, there are more than one way to get a cat and I know just how to make your wish come true.”

They went to the animal shelter and there were so many cats that Zanzu almost couldn’t choose. Ze felt so bad for all the cats ze couldn’t give a home.
On the way home in the car ze held the cat close and carefully caressed its fur.
The cat made the wonderful sound and Zhazu was overjoyed it was the happiest day in ze life!!!

A Jealous Heart.

Request from ??: So for a moment there I thought I knew who requested this but my brain was deciding to have a funny moment and I actually don’t know at all so apologies to the person I tagged that I shouldn’t have done lol! Tumblr rid of the message but this was the request: for Bucky to like the reader but he hasn’t told her as he always sees her with Steve and one day he catches them goofing around and assumes it is because they’re in a relationship even though Steve x Reader is a platonic relationship. Unfortunately because the request has disappeared I can’t remember what else was asked for so hope this is okay!

Jealous!Bucky x Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2,225

Warnings: Swearing, acts of jealousy, but then fluff. I think that’s all! :)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators

Once again those beautiful [e/c] eyes had filled his dreams….ever since he had come to join The Avengers and he had seen you stood in the lobby of Stark Tower with the others to greet him he hadn’t been able to stop thinking of you. It was getting to a point now though that he would much rather have the torment of the horrific nightmares he used to experience on a night rather than the dreams that tortured him with something he knew he could never have.

You liked Steve. His best friend.

Every day the two of you trained with one another and every day he had to watch his friend spend time with the one person he wanted to. Life really was a bastard at times. Whatever higher power existed was making it very clear that he wasn’t allowed to have things that would make him happy….he didn’t deserve them.

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Kill Zone - Part 8: More To Him

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Cassandra Robbins (mentioned), Unnamed agents, unnamed cops  

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: character death(s) mentioned, Dean being as ass, implied smut, actual smut (just a tiny bit - shower sex), lots of fluff, guns and suspense and all the usual for this series.  

Word Count: 5500ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

MASTERLIST

You could definitely get used to this. You couldn’t remember the last time you had woken up this happy, certainly not in the arms of someone else. Dean was still sound asleep when you tilted your head slightly looking up at him. You smiled, resting your chin on his chest. Content to just feel his arms wrapped around your body and his steady heartbeat under your hand. He looked so peaceful and blissful in this moment. There was no trace of the angry man you had met only a few days ago. You couldn’t help but wonder how he had looked sleeping the day before you had met, and how much you had to do with the serene look on his face.

You quietly leaned over, pressing your lips against his cheek, careful not to wake him, before gently removing his arm from your body, so you could roll out of bed and get dressed. You had barely gotten your yoga pants on before Dean’s morning gruff voice sounded behind you.

“Hey.”

You turned around to look over your shoulder after quickly pulling on your top to see Dean push himself up onto his elbow, turning to face you. His hair was ruffled from sleep, or maybe from your hands last night, either way he looked adorable, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips when he sleepily ran his hand across his face.

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One of Those Days  [ R.M ]

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Request: Can I request a super fluffy Reggie x Reader? The reader had a shit day b her parents are overbearing and expect a lot from her and get mad bc she messed up and they yell at her. Also she’s been studying and swarmed with homework and she goes to Reggie bc she wants cuddles and she tells him about her day and he just listens then reassures her that she’s doing her best and that he’s proud of her and then he makes her take a break from of everything by napping/ cuddling with him

@rxggie-mxntle 

Word Count: 890

Warnings: Some fluff mostly

A/N: Ok I apologise for how much this sucks; I was basically dying when I wrote this. Anyways, I hope this is what was wanted!

“What’s been wrong with you lately?” Reggie blurts, fiddling with the strap of his bag on his shoulder. It was a usual thing for him to walk you home once the both of you have finished the day at school (of course, along with any extra curricular activities) ever since the two of you had started dating. Reggie would usually swing an arm over your shoulder or lazily conjoin your fingers with his but he kept to himself today. He noticed how tense you’ve been and he didn’t want to do anything that had the possibility of making you feel uncomfortable.

“What do you mean?” You mumble, not bothering to meet his questioning gaze. You knew exactly what he meant, but you just didn’t want to talk to him about it. Besides, you thought you were fine to deal with it alone.

“You’ve been acting weird lately. Like, distant,” Reggie explains, “or as if something’s bothering you.”

“I-uh, I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumble, your eyes falling to the gravel underneath your feet.

There was something that had been bothering you and as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that Reggie wouldn’t buy any excuses. You’re parents had been on your back more than usual and had been expecting more and more from you. They had yelled at you last night and that had set you in a bad mood ever since. As well as having overbearing parents, you had been pretty sure you’d been drowning in homework and studies. You were more than just stressed out and you’re days have repeatedly been bad ones.

“Yeah, well,” Reggie rolls his eyes. “I want to hear about it.”

“Reggie, not now. I just want to rest.”

“You can rest at my place.” Reggie interlaces his fingers with yours, quickly pulling you in the direction of his house rather than yours. You don’t bother protest.

It barely takes you five minutes to arrive at his house. As soon as the two of you step through the door, Reggie grabs an armful of snacks from the kitchen before dragging you to his bedroom. You take a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor.

“It’s one of those days,” You say once Reggie has settled himself beside you, resting your head on his chest and flinging his arm around your shoulders. “Where I feel like I’ve achieved nothing at all. But like, for almost the past whole week. My parents are asking too much of me, Reggie, I can’t keep up.”

Reggie doesn’t say anything. He just nods, placing a small kiss on your forehead and caressing your shoulder with his thumb. You were thankful for his silence–it was an indication that he was listening and not just letting you speak at him rather than to him.

“Apparently, I’m not doing enough. Apparently, I need to try harder or I’m not doing anything correctly. And, damn it, I’ve been trying so hard but all they’re doing is reminding me that I’m just not enough.”

“Don’t listen to that, please. Try and shut it out because it’s not true. You’re so much more than just ‘enough’, you hear me? Don’t you ever doubt that.” Reggie frowns, his gaze becoming more intense as he waits for you to carry on. He knew that you needed to let it out sooner or later.

“Try as I might, I can’t keep my mind off of my worries,” You mumble, taking his free hand in between your own. You fiddle with his fingers, lacing and detangling them between your own. It was a comforting action for the both of you. “And last night, my mom and dad yelled at me because my grades weren’t as they would have liked. I tried my best but they don’t care. Honestly, Reggie, I feel like I’m a disappointment to them.”

“Think ‘bout it this way, being a disappointment is better than you think. No one else will have any high standards of you. So, when you do something cool, everyone is amazed,” Reggie smirks. He shakes his head, flashing you a small smile. “Okay, but seriously, babe. You’re not a disappointment to anyone and you never will be.”

“I just–I want to run away. I don’t want to deal with any of this. Even though I know that these bad days will pass by soon enough and I’ll have good days again.”

“Run away?” Reggie watches you fiddle with his fingers, his head leaning on yours, which still rested against his chest. He chuckles, knowing that you didn’t really mean it. You could feel the vibrations of his chest against your ear. “Do you really think that is the right way to go about things?”

“It was too much for me to handle, but I think it’ll be alright.”

“Hm,” Reggie hums, running his fingers lightly through your hair as he nods. He pecks your cheeks, noticing your eyelid begin to droop. Neither of you realised just how tired you were up until now. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. You’re tired.”

You fall asleep with your arms and legs tangled between Reggie’s. A small smile lingers on your lips, even in your sleep and Reggie’s fingers in your hair lull you into one of the most peaceful sleeps you’ve had in quite some time.

Gathering

“Would you like another slice of pie, Fox?”

Maggie Scully hovers over Mulder, plate of freshly cut apple pie in hand. She doesn’t wait for him to answer. He gets a third slice whether he likes it or not.

“Thank you, Mrs. Scully,” he says when she hands him the plate. She beams and squeezes his shoulder.

“It’s Maggie, dear.”

Next to him, Scully snorts. She’s been in a mood since Maggie called her last night and told her Bill Jr was in town and she and Mulder were invited over for a spur of the moment dinner. He elbows her lightly in the ribs.

“Something funny, Dana?”

She giggles and shifts away from him, scooting closer to Melissa on the old floral couch the three of them are sharing. “Nothing, Fox.“

They’re Dana and Fox today at Scully’s request. Apparently, it’s inappropriate to call your significant other by their surname. Mulder tried to argue that since they weren’t significant others in the traditional sense, they could break a few mores but Scully wouldn’t listen.

“If we’re having dinner with my family, we’re going to pretend to be a normal couple,” she’d said in the car. “My brother doesn’t even know your name but he hates you so, for the love of God, call me Dana. If you do that and keep the alien talk to a minimum, we might just make it out alive.”

Mulder looks down at their casually joined hands—not all of this normal couple behavior is bad. He wants to hold her hand more often and today gives him an excuse to. The feeling must be mutual because Scully keeps rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, an intimate act that draws the attention of Bill Jr.

He eyes them from the loveseat across the room, his fiancée notably absent—something about a meeting that ran late. It’s weird seeing Scully’s features in a man. He has her scrutinizing gaze only, it’s not nearly as cute as Scully’s. In fact, it’s downright disturbing.

Bill Jr clears his throat. “So how long have you been seeing each other.”

“Since November,” Scully says.

“While you were in quarantine?”

“Oh, lay off, Bill,” Melissa mumbles. “You spent an hour telling me how I’m going to hell for being a lesbian. You had your fun tonight. Leave Dana and Fox alone.”

Scully snags a gooey apple slice from Mulder’s untouched pie and pops it into her mouth. She glances at Mulder as she licks a dribble of caramel from her lips, a silent but effective way of telling him to keep quiet and let her handle this.

“No, it was before quarantine. I treated him to a cup of coffee the morning we left for Mount Avalon.”

Now it’s Mulder’s turn to snort. Scully shoots him a “don’t you dare” look and he just shrugs innocently because he loves making her flustered. She lets go of his hand as punishment but Mulder doesn’t even care since her cheeks are turning as pink as her cardigan.

Their interaction doesn’t go unnoticed. Bill Jr clears his throat again.

“Are you two having sex?”

Mulder chokes on his pie and Maggie is at his side in an instant.

“Fox, honey, are you alright?” She rubs his back as Mulder manages a slight nod.

“M’fine.”

She fusses over him a beat longer before turning to face Bill Jr.

“William August Scully Junior you should be ashamed of yourself,” she spits while waving a threatening finger in Bill Jr’s face. The bulky navy man like a child. “If I ever hear you say such a crass and rude thing to your sister again, Lord help you, boy because I brought you into this world, I sure as hell can take you out of it.”

A stunned silence follows, only to be broken by Melissa’s squealing laughter. She throws her head back, Scully Red hair falling across the ugly floral couch. An angel in a witchy dress.

Soon, Scully is chuckling and her giggles send Mulder into a fight of his own. Even Bill Jr smiles—albeit with a fearful glance at his mother.

“Jesus Christ, Mom,” Melissa wheezes. “You haven’t used that threat in years.”
Maggie’s matronly face grows bashful as she hides behind her hands. “Melissa, dear, don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.”
Melissa turns to Mulder, mirth in her eyes. “Bill and Dana used to go at it all the time when we were kids—drove Mom up the wall until one day, she threatened to send them both to hell where they could fight it out for eternity with the devil.”

“Remind me to never make your mother mad,” Mulder murmurs to Scully who’s still giggling into his shoulder.

“Oh, Fox, you could never make me mad. You’re such a sweet man, just what I’ve always wanted for my Dana.”

Bill Jr regains his confidence and clears his throat once more. Oh, the tenacity of a Scully.

“Fox,” he says, slowly like he’s treading on thin ice—which he is because Scully stops laughing and goes on the attack.

“Don’t, Bill. I know you want me to find a respectable, normal man with a respectable, normal job but I can’t have normal with the X Files. No lawyer in their right mind would date a woman that gets quarantined every other month. Normal men want women who’ll make dinner and be home every night and that’s not who I am.”

“I like my life with Mulder and the X Files. Yes, he can be insufferable and a pain in the ass—”

“Dana—”

“—Butt, sorry, Mom,” Scully amends before continuing. “But he always watches my back. What we do may be dangerous but we do it together and keeping each other alive is the most important thing to us no matter the case.”

Mulder’s chest clenches at Scully’s monologue. He takes her hand and brings it to his lip in a rare display of affection. They haven’t kissed or even truly fucked—Scully wants to take it slow—but there’s genuine affection in her voice. She kinda sorta maybe loves him and he just might love her too.

Tape Hiss

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam
Summary - He does what he thinks is for the best. What was best for her. But what he’s really doing is running away, and you can’t run forever.
Word Count - 1,383
Warnings - Language.
A/N - My apologies for the lateness! This is what happens when you think you’ve queued something for a specific day, and tumblr decides to mess with you.

This is part of @iwantthedean’s Two Prompt Oneshot Writing Challenge- I got the prompt: “I can’t sleep without you." I’ve combined it with a songfic request for ‘Redemption’ by Frank Turner by @ofloveandlonging. Hope you enjoy!


He didn’t look her in the eyes when he said it. The lie was bitter enough rolling off his tongue, and he was sure she’d see it in his eyes if he’d looked at her.

The night was cold, snow drifting to the ground all around him as his hands gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles were as white as the snow. As mile markers flew past, the deep dark pit in his stomach only grew. This was for the best. That’s what he kept telling himself as he drove, anyway. He wasn’t good enough for her anyway. He was beyond screwed up, and she deserves better. Better than some idiot with a GED, a few bucks to his name, and a short lifespan. She was in the life, sure, but those around the Winchesters never live long.

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (4)

[A/N: Okay so this is fourth time attempting to upload this chapter now! It’s been revised a little since it was last mistakenly uploaded, just the final part of the chapter. I feel a bit ‘blah’ on this one, I’m not 100% sold on it but that’s because I really just want to move onto the next chapter, I have so many good things to come! (I hope!)

I’m really thankful for all the messages as well, you’re all awesome and I’m loving that you’re loving this. Despite my feelings on this chapter I hope you enjoy it!]

Word Count: 2122

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Touch (Grayson)

Summary: The reader shares a moment of intimacy with Grayson.

Word Count: 701

Warnings: Nothing heavy, just some more Grayson fluff for y’all to enjoy.

Author’s Note: This little blurb idea came to me in a dream last night! I’m hoping that this piece will get me back in the swing of writing again and help to lighten the mood of my blog, since I’ve been posting so many heavy writings recently. Enjoy! Requests are open.


The buzz of a lawn mower begins to sound off somewhere in the distance as you roll over in bed, the fluffy duvet wrapping itself around you with your movement. Your eyelids are still sealed together as you press yourself farther into your mattress, enjoying the warmth it absorbed from your body heat throughout the night. The sun slithers in through the cracks of the closed blinds hanging over the bay window in your bedroom, bringing about splashes of orange and red hues to your otherwise dark vision. You smile to yourself against your pillow. It’s an early Sunday summer morning; the dew is still covering the grass, the birds are still wailing for their breakfast, and you bask in the fact that you have nothing to do but spend the day in bed with your love, who is out cold snoring next to you.

After a couple of minutes of silence, the heavy male body next to you lets out a mumbled groan before shifting itself to face you. You slowly peel your eyes open, your eyelashes littered with remnants of sleep, to be greeted with a tired but breathtaking brown gaze. The gaze is half-concealed by the fluff of the white pillows his head rests on, but as he breaks out into a smirk at the sight of your morning hair and tired eyes, nothing can hide the mischievous glimmer that begins to sparkle in his irises.

“Good morning, my love,” Grayson grumbles, exhaustion sitting on his vocal cords. You begin to feel the heat rising in your cheeks at the sound of his voice, and as you try to prevent your lips from stretching into a grin, Grayson pushes himself up into a sitting position to hover over you. His dark cutoff hangs loosely on his chest and torso, his lips inches from yours, and you inhale sharply as you feel his fingertips graze their way along your hairline and down your jaw. His nails trace the outline of the tendons in your neck and across the fabric of your camisole covering your sternum. The feeling of Grayson’s skin against yours causes goosebumps to rise and your hair to stand on end. You shift underneath Grayson to be able to push your body closer to his, suddenly needing to close the space between the two of you.

Grayson chuckles at your desperate action and lifts himself up to throw a leg over your waist, lowering the weight of his body onto you slowly. You writhe under him as he makes himself comfortable before leaning forward to place an elbow on either side of your head. Grayson exhales slowly and you lace your fingers together behind his neck, rubbing your thumbs in circles across his flesh. The right corner of Grayson’s mouth turns upward as he gives you a once over, and you crane your neck to the side to line your lips up with his before placing a chaste kiss on his mouth, pulling away quickly and diverting your focus away from him.

“Hey, hey, my love. Don’t shy away,” Grayson remarks, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger and moving your face to meet his again. You try to suppress a giggle when you find his eyes and after a moment of confusion, Grayson clicks his tongue.

“Oh, so this isn’t embarrassment… This is teasing, I see.”

You shrug innocently before Grayson’s lips collide with yours suddenly, his hands becoming tangled in your hair and your grip tightening on his neck. Grayson reaches behind him to take your wrists in one hand and place them above your head gently before pulling away from you and resting his forehead on yours. Your breathing picks up as Grayson drags a free thumb across your bottom lip, sending sparks through your body. You close your eyes to focus on his touch since your hands are locked above you, and as Grayson scoots his body down yours to create more room for him to explore your curves, his voice in your ear catches you off guard:

“You know how much that drives me wild.”

And with that, Grayson ends up being right; what a good morning it is.

Knight in Shining Armor (Loki Lafeyson x Female Reader)

Originally posted by maryxglz

(GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)

Words: 1546 (Holy shit??!)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic), OMC (kinda??? Idk I just made his name up) x Reader

Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Angst, Fluff

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki have been friends since childhood. Now that they’re older, they’ve drifted apart, Loki being too busy to spend any time with her. She’s fallen for her, but like a true warrior, she pushes her feelings aside. That is until her father promises her hand in marriage to another man. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know? Or will the love of her life save her from him?

A/N: WOW I suck at summaries! Anyway, this is just something I wrote up last night, not thinking too much of it. I was just in a Loki mood after seeing a couple gifsets on Tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy and I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. This is only my second time writing for Loki and it takes place in Asgard so I hope I did the Asgardians justice. Also, I was too lazy to proofread this one. I hope you enjoy!


“(Y/N)!”

You look up from your book, startled. Your mother and father enter your chambers.

“Yes?” You reply.

“We have the most wonderful news!” Your mother declares.

You furrow your brows, closing your book and cocking your head to the side. “Oh?”

Your father smiles. “I have promised your hand in marriage to a very wealthy Asgardian warrior!”

Your eyes widen. “Wh-What?!”

“Yes! Lord Deinnson.”

You feel the blood rush out of your face.

No no no no no nO NO!!

You’re out of your chair in a flash.

“How dare you?! You make such rash decisions without my consent?! Without any consideration as to whether or not my heart already lies somewhere else?!” You yell.

You can see the rage building up in your father’s eyes. “Do not speak to me that way young lady!!” He shouts

You head for the door.

Do not walk away from me!“ He screams at you. "I know what’s best for you!”

You turn and look at your parents. “You do not know me at all.”

And then you’re rushing out the door. You head down the hall, down the stairs, and out towards your family’s stables.

You throw the bridle on your horse, and jump on him, preferring to ride bareback than worry yourself with a saddle.

You let him run as fast as his legs can carry you. You let your tears fall freely as you grip his mane, burying your face in it.

You finally arrive at the castle.

You jump off of the horse, and walk up to the heavily guarded entrance.

“Name?” A guard asks.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am a friend of Prince Loki Laufeyson.”

“Did he summon you?”

“N-No but-”

“You are not permitted here.”

Tears flood your eyes again. “P-Please I-”

“GO!!!” He yells, causing you to shrink.

You can only nod, as you walk back to where your horse is waiting.

“Lady (Y/N)?”

You turn at the sound of Thor’s familiar voice.

“Thor…” You say, gratefully.

He furrows his brows when he sees your tear streaked cheeks.

“What ails you (Y/N)?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“Something I’d rather not discuss. But I need to see your brother. Please.”

He nods and turns to the guards. “See that her steed is put in the stables.” He says to one, who nods and leads your horse away.

“Why did you turn her away?” He practically growls at the guard who had given you a hard time.

His eyes widen. “I-I-I didn’t realize- My most sincere apologies Your Majesty.”

Thor huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.” He gestures to you.

The guard’s face reddens. “Of course. My most sincere apologies Lady (Y/N).” He bows, before opening the gates. “Right this way.”

You nod, and let him lead you into the palace.

You’re led up to his chambers.

The guard knocks, and you hear a familiar ‘Come in.’. The guard pokes his head in and tells Loki who you were. Then the guard opens the door wider and lets you in.

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Loki says to him.

Once you two are alone, Loki allows himself to smile. It’d been too long since he last saw you.

But his smile falters when he sees the look in your eyes.

“What is it my darling flower?”

And then you can’t hold it in any longer. You let yourself cry.

He has his arms around you in an instant. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over you.

“Shh, come my darling.” He murmurs, leading you over to a couch.

He holds you in his lap, rubbing your back soothingly until you calm down.

You take a deep breath.

“Loki… I am to be wed.”

His eyes widen, and his jaw clenches. You notice his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.

“To whom?” He says, his voice an eerie calm.

“Lord Deinnson.”

His grip tightens even more. That man was known for being a player. Using a woman for whatever he wanted, before throwing her out like an old rag.

He pushes you away from his body so that he can look at your face.

“And you do not wish to marry him?”

You shake your head.

He sighs in relief. “Hush now my sweet. You mustn’t worry yourself too much.”

You nod, burying your face in his chest again.

He leans back on the couch, still holding you. Your legs are stretched out, and he runs his slender fingers through your hair.

Once your breathing has deepened, he slowly stands, laying your sleeping form on the couch and covering you with a warm blanket.

“Sleep well my darling flower.” He murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

He changes into his royal attire, helmet and everything.

And then he’s on his way to your family’s home.


You blink your eyes open and look around.

Loki’s chambers.

You smile to yourself. He’s not there, but that’s okay. You slowly stand, and head for the door.

You find your way out of the palace, heading down to the stables where your horse is waiting.

You get on and head back home.

You try to kill as much time as possible, taking your time with putting the horse back in the stables. Once you’re done, you head inside.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see your parents, in the living area of your home, with… Loki?

“Loki?!” You ask in shock.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother reprimands you for not calling him by his title.

“That is alright Madam, your daughter and I have known each other long enough. Titles are not a necessity.”

You blush, smiling as he walks towards you.

He stops, only inches away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

He smirks. “I, your knight in shining armor, have come to save you from the beast.”

You roll your eyes, which are now tearing up.

“The Prince has come to ask for your hand in marriage.” Your father says.

“Oh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes, and therefore your promised marriage to Lord Deinnson is  no more.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I am so in love with you (Y/N). I think I have been since we were children, and used to play in the gardens.”

You giggle. “You always wanted me to be the princess so you could save me, but I wanted to be a warrior instead.”

He chuckles, a low melodic sound that rumbles in his chest. “I remember that.”

He takes your hands in his. “You and I have been friends since childhood. I don’t think I realized my feelings for you. You are strong, witty, smart, mischievous.” He smirks, and you giggle. “And when I heard that you were to be wed to another man, I couldn’t bear it. Because I knew that he didn’t know you as well as I do. I knew he wouldn’t be the husband you deserve. I knew what I had to do.”

He gives you a small smile, which you return with an even wider one.

“I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So if you’ll let me, I wish to make you my Queen.”

Tears blur your vision, and you nod smiling. “Of course I’ll have you Loki.”

He smiles, sighing in relief. It’s then that you notice the tears in his eyes.

He cups your cheek and pulls you closer before his lips are on yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The two of you pull away, and Loki looks back at your parents. “Thank you, Lord and Lady (Y/L/N). I promise I will take care of your daughter.”

They nod, smiling at the two of you.


A week later, you stood in one of the great halls in the palace.

“Are you ready Your majesty?” One of the maids asks.

You giggle nervously. “Enough of that, at least wait until it’s official.”

She smiles. “Very well, are you ready M'lady?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Loki showing you the secret garden when you were four.

Loki chasing you around said garden at age seven.

You and Loki watching the stars at night

Loki showing you his magic when you were ten.

You sitting in the garden and confiding in Loki, telling him about all your troubles at age fifteen.

Loki showing you his frost giant form when you were sixteen, him being afraid of your reaction, but you only being amazed and telling him he was beautiful.

You and Loki training together as warriors at age eighteen.

The months you spent apart in recent years, you wishing he would call you to the palace like old times, but knowing that those days were over.

And then finally, Loki proposing to you.

You open your eyes and nod. “I’m ready.”

The doors leading into the throne room open, and you walk in.

You see him standing there, in all his glory, and you feel tears fill your eyes.

“You look ravishing my love.” He says when you reach him.

“You look quite handsome yourself my king.” You reply.

He smirks.

“My Queen.”

“My Loki.”


A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this drabble. I probably messed up when writing the Asgardians. But anyway, thanks again! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 28

Baz

I haven’t had nightmares like that in years.

           Replaying the scene of my mother’s death is a classic, and it’s been a while since I’ve dreamt it, but it almost always has me waking in a cold sweat.  Occasionally I see it as I did when I was a child, but often it’s me as I am now, and the last thing I see is the look in her eye.  It’s not afraid, it’s just sad, disappointed that I’ve carried my sickness with me all these years.  That I never finished what she started by sending the nursery up in flames.  That I’m still walking the planet with vampire’s poison in my blood.

           There’s always the reassuring thought that I’ll wake up as soon as I’ve seen that look and the fire takes over, but this time it doesn’t work.  I keep dreaming, and it gets worse.  It turns into the nightmare that haunted my dreams almost every night for all of fifth year.

           I have to bite Simon.  I’m starved of blood and he is placed before me, veins pumping like drums in my head.  Someone somewhere is egging me on, sometimes it’s Fiona’s voice, sometimes my father’s, sometimes my mother’s.  I keep telling them no, and then Simon picks up a knife.  He tells me it’s okay and he presses the blade to his neck, tracing a shallow line and drawing just the thinnest stream of blood but the smell alone is enough to set my senses blazing.  I’m begging him to stop and he just walks calmly up to me, like the hero that he’s always been destined to be.  

           Sometimes I wake up in time.  Sometimes I don’t.

           When I don’t, I give in.  I always give in.

           His blood tastes real and alive and after one drop I lose control, drinking from his neck like I’ll never eat again.

           Sometimes I stay in the nightmare long enough to feel him run his sword through my stomach before I wake up.

           That’s what happened last night.  Before I was shaken awake, clutching at the phantom blade in my stomach, to find him gazing down at me with wide, fearful eyes.

           In the moment all I wanted was to pull him into my arms, to convince myself that he was real, we were awake and alive. Well, him at least.

           Instead I burst into tears in front of him.  Of course.

           He made no further move to comfort me, which is for the best.  Where in Merlin’s name would we have gone from there?

           When my alarm goes off this morning, I don’t bother hitting snooze.  I just slam the off-button and sit up.  My eyes are fuzzy and heavy, and I can feel the tears dried onto my cheeks.  I feel like a bear waking up from a terrible hibernation.

           Simon hauls himself out of bed, his curls standing up off his head like he was the one who didn’t get any sleep.  When he looks over at me, there’s a sort of caution in his gaze.  “You alright?” he asks tentatively.

           “Brilliant, Snow,” I croak, my voice raw from crying and the little sleep I got, “never been better.”

           He doesn’t move to get ready or even get off the bed, just keeps staring at me, and I can only imagine what I must look like right now.  Red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, probably a rat’s nest of hair.  A wreck.  A vulnerable wreck.  Wonderful.

           “Maybe…” he ventures, trailing off.

           “Words, Snow, I’m not in the mood to read your mind.”

           “Maybe you should skip class this morning.”

           I scowl at him.  “I know I look like death, but it’s nothing a hairbrush won’t fix.”

           “No,” he shakes his head, bronze curls falling in his eyes, “I mean you need your sleep.  I can say you’re sick or something.”

           I raise an eyebrow.  “Since when are you invested in my well-being, Snow?”

           “You didn’t hear yourself last night,” he mutters, and I think I see him shudder, staring at the floor, and it dawns on me that I must have been talking in my sleep.  My blood runs cold imagining what he might have heard, what I might have revealed.

           “No need to worry yourself,” I say, though I can barely keep my eyes open.

           At this point, he gets up and crosses over to me. I’m too shocked to protest when he gently pushes me back to the mattress and pulls the covers over me again, but I look up at him quizzically.

           “Just go back to sleep,” he tells me before heading to the bathroom to change.

           I’m practically asleep again by the time he leaves the room, shutting the door slowly and quietly, like I’m a sick child in his care.  The thought should be terrifying, but I’m out like a light before I can finish it.

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           Even though I sleep for another few hours, I still wake up in a bad mood.  The rain pouring down the window doesn’t help, and I just have too many thoughts swimming around my head to feel refreshed.

           Second class has already started, so I take my time in the shower, scrubbing the feeling of the sword away from my torso. If I think too long about my nightmare, the tear-tracks on my face start to feel like Snow’s blood, and I rub the sensation off until my cheeks are burning and red.

           I don’t think about the nightmares.

           I don’t think about the concern in his eyes last night.

           I don’t think about his gentle touch pushing me back into bed.

           Instead, I think about our game.

           Snow never made his move.  So what does that mean?  He sure didn’t look like he wanted to pull anything on me this morning.  In fact, he looked quite the opposite, almost guilty, like he felt responsible.

           So who’s move is it?

           Mine,I think as I shut off the water. He forfeited his turn, so now it’s my move.

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           I wait until classes are over to act.  I haven’t seen much of him since this morning (Crowley knows he can’t be seen talking to me in a civil manner outside the room), but I find him in the study hall.  Bunce and Wellbelove sit across from him, the three of them engrossed in their notes and textbooks.  Snow has a set of earphones in, and his phone sits on the table beside his work.

           None of them notice me when I come in, nor when I take a seat on the other side of the room.  I open one of my own books but I can’t concentrate when I look down at it. I’m still feeling the effects of the terrible night I had, plus I’m not even here to study.

           I see Snow say something to Bunce without removing his earphones.  He must have the music low enough that he can still hear.  Perfect.

           I wait a few more minutes, until he’s lost in his notes again, before pulling my wand out of my pocket.  I won’t be able to swing the wand as usual with this many people around, but I discreetly aim it at Snow from across the room.  More specifically, at Snow’s phone.

           “A little bit louder now,” I whisper.

           Snow jumps back from his table, frantically ripping at his earphones as his music goes from quiet to blasting in less than a second.  Wellbelove actually stands in shock, and someone’s papers go flying.  

           I don’t see the tail end of Snow’s reaction, as I have returned to staring pointlessly at my text.  When I glance back up, he’s turning the phone over and over in his hands, trying to figure out what happened.  Bunce hands him her earphones.  Classic.

           This time he only puts a bud in one ear, and he’s visually stiffer, ready to react if it happens again.  Which it will, of course it will.  Once he’s dropped his guard and I get bored of skimming over my book.

           This only takes approximately fifteen minutes. After another five, he’s noticeably flagging, his eyes drooping closed, the heel of his hand pressing a red mark into his cheek.

           As if he lost sleep last night.  As if he’d had the nightmares about killing me.  Well, not me, I suppose.  Someone who matters to him as much as he matters to me.  Wellbelove, maybe.

           That thought alone makes me sick.  Stupid Wellbelove and her stupid perfect hair and perfect face and perfect clothes. I almost want to turn my curses on her.

           They haven’t dated in almost a year now, but the fact still remains that they did.  At one point, Simon looked at her in that way that makes bystanders sigh and go all mushy.  He doesn’t look at her that way anymore, but it’s like a stain that won’t come out.  I can still see it, or imagine that I’m seeing it.  I wonder if it will ever go away.

           It’s with this thought in mind that I cast the spell a second time, expecting some sort of satisfaction when he once again jumps a mile into the air, but finding nothing but bitterness.  Stupid Snow and his stupid golden curls and splatter of moles.  Fuck him.  Fuck the way his eyes turn into oceans in the dark.  Fuck his crooked smile and the way his laugh makes the rain turn into sunshine.

           I forget to look away when he catches me glaring at him, and too late I see him figure it out.  He doesn’t glare back defiantly like I expect him to, just holds my gaze levelly like he understands.  What in Merlin’s name he’s understanding is beyond me.

           Thrusting my chin forward I mouth the words “your move” slowly and obviously. He just nods once before turning back to his books, deliberately leaving his earphones on the table.

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[[request prompt: ahhh i have a request! peter and reader have been dating for quite a bit, though reader doesn’t know that he’s spiderman. when she finds out though, she’s *mortified* bc once she was held hostage and he actually came to save her, though he abandoned her when the criminal was caught and the police came, so she’s held a dislike for Spiderman since then, since he didn’t save her. so, angst?]]

Yeah, this was another one of those Drabble requests that I couldn’t condense into 500 words lmao, and I apologize if this wasn’t angsty enough ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: a bit of angst with some fluff at the end.

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don’t ask for nudes

a/n: i couldn’t help myself when i saw the meme… au btw!

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was only two words. Two words that pricked her skin, especially after what had happened yesterday.

send nudes? (6:40 pm)

She had to restrain herself from crushing her own phone into tiny little pieces. She looked down and read it again, willing for an explanation to pop up under it from her own boyfriend. She hoped he was playing around—hoped it was also meant for her. It didn’t even sound like something he would type, or was he just a completely different man with her? She shook her head, determined that the two years with him wasn’t anything less than genuine love. 

Sakura had to type something, otherwise she would have no choice but to show up at his doorstep and punch the living daylights out of him.

excuse me??

are you serious right now, sasuke? (6:51 pm)

Plopping down on the couch, Sakura calmed her heart and told herself that she might be overreacting. Maybe Sasuke was just trying to lighten the mood from their fight yesterday, though he was doing a horrible job at it.

never been more serious ;)

i wanna see those curves, been missing them since tuesday… (6:52 pm)

Her stomach soured. She hadn’t seen him all Tuesday and it was what their fight was about yesterday night. Sakura admitted that him dodging her questions after last night’s dinner wasn’t something to get all pent up about, but she could tell he was lying to her. And he never lied, so why did he?

But here it was. The disgusting reason he couldn’t tell her about.

that’s funny. i don’t remember letting you see them on tuesday? (6:58 pm)

the bath house! we stopped there on our way home from the jewelers. (6:59 pm)

Jewelers? What the hell was Sasuke doing at the jewelers? Was he literally dating someone else? Was it that serious that they stopped by a jewelry store? Oh, kami. Was she the girl he was keeping the side when he got tired of his main one?

Sakura took a deep breath and slapped some sense into herself. No, they were practically together everyday—every waking moment if they could. She refused to believe he would cheat on her. That just wasn’t Sasuke.

So, what exactly was he playing at here?

oh yeah! remind me what you bought at the jewelers again? (7:01 pm)

Sakura curled and uncurled her fingers in suspension, hoping she was asking a plausible question.

tsk tsk. you’re so forgetful. are you that lazy to even remember something from two days ago?

hold on, i need to get a drink first. (7:03 pm)

She sighed in relief, but managed to hold tight for the reply. Just then a couple of knocks came from her apartment door. She held onto her phone and slowly shuffled over, eyes still glued to the screen for any incoming messages.

The series of knocks got louder. “Coming!” she called as another text came.

i’m sending you a picture (7:04 pm)

Sakura reached the door, swung it open, and gasped. “Sasuke?”

Before she could say anything else he stepped forward and wrapped his body around hers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

She melted against him, remembering all the reasons why she loved him and why he loved her. “I’m sorry, too,” she murmured back.

After a couple of more minutes, they finally pulled apart. Sakura’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the photo that was sent to her.

“Sasuke, where’s your phone?”

Sasuke sighed and went to the couch. “I forgot it at home today when I left for work. So, if you texted or called, that’s why I haven’t replied.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

since you’re just lazy and not stupid, i’m assuming you’ve figured out that i’m naruto and not sasuke. sheesh i can never have any fun with you, shikamaru. anyway here’s the engagement ring sasuke bought for sakura-chan! she’s gonna love it! (7:09 pm)

And she absolutely did love it. Sakura made a mental note to tell Naruto to delete the message on Sasuke’s phone later. But first, it was a pretty good time to show some curves.

Same Tord, same.

Tord: hello old friends I’m back to disassociate myself from you all for good

In other news I had a nightmare last night that I, in fact, was a moomin in denial and it honestly scared me so bad I woke up in a cold sweat, I haven’t slept since. So yeah, that happened.

Jason Todd: The Arrangement

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as bad as I think it is. It’s on Wattpad and now I’ve posted it on here.
Also a fem!reader, I usually try to keep them neutral but I couldn’t with this. My apologies.

Warnings: Language, implied sexual content.

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An arrangement.
That’s all it was. That’s all it was supposed to be.
This ‘thing’ you had with Jason, it didn’t mean anything - it was just sex. Like how Roy and Kori had no strings attached, Jason and you did the same and it was great. It’d just happen sometimes and particularly after long missions or for stress relief because you both knew you needed it with everything that was going on in your chaotic lives.

How it started was somewhat blurry, you were all at the bar and had downed a couple of drinks when Roy and Kori ‘disappeared’ leaving Jason and you behind. This was fine, you were both good friends and would joke around often so the situation was never awkward.
It was a woman that came up to Jason, she was dressed in a slutty/sexy dress, the details are kind of fuzzy - she asked him home with her but he refused saying he didn’t want to leave you here alone. It’s a bar, it’s Gotham, it’s late, and you’re a female. Not a good combination at all and he’d be damned if he was going to just up and leave you for this woman.

“Are you fucking her or something?” The woman interrogated after Jason had told her no, you were outraged because simply inquiring if you were his girlfriend would’ve been nicer!
Jason, put an arm in front of you as you went to get up, you had a few and were more hot tempered he presumed, silently telling you he’s got this one.
“Look, I would never fuck her.” Jason responded, taking a glance to you before saying so. The woman smirked, and you were slightly offended - very offended because hey you’re right here.
“I mean I would, but it’d be sex or making love, I don’t know. I have too much respect for her to simply fuck her. You on the other hand… Now that’s a different story.” Jason explained further, you were honoured and the woman stormed off.

You walked back together after another drink, neither of you were 100% sober but you weren’t tipsy or drunk either so you were completely stable walking home.
By the time you’d got back you had forgotten to say thanks so you kissed him on the cheek and did just that. Jason stared at you for a moment, then his lips crashed into yours and you kissed back, this lead to you being pinned against the wall with your legs hung on his hips as he continued to kiss you.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Because you’re going to have to stop me now if you don’t want this to go further (y/n).” Jason kindly inquired once he’d briefly removed his attention from lavishing the sweet spot on your neck to hear your response.
“Yes I’m sure, it doesn’t have to mean anything.” You breathlessly replied, and so you both continued after he carried you to your room.

Thankfully, you were up first and your bed was empty when you awoke - as per usual you made yourself a drink and sat at the table when Jason walked out of his room.
“Jay, I had the weirdest dream last night - me and you…” You began, thinking that it might’ve actually been a dream since there was no evidence but upon seeing Jason so relaxed when he’d got up and sending you a confused look you guessed it happened. You slept with your friend last night.

“It wasn’t a dream was it?” Jason shook his head in reply whilst you laid your forehead on the table, closing your eyes and sighing.
“C'mon (y/n), I wasn’t that bad.” The man joked, attempting to lighten your mood.
“No you were great, the sex was exceptional.” You complimented calmly, Jason was smirking. Big time.
It went on from there, you found it benefitted you both.

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the parent trap pt9 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (9/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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Kevin shook his head at (Y/N)’s drunken state and tried to hold her up and guide her towards the elevators. He was thankful that she had arrived at the hotel late at night and therefore making it easier for her to blend with the crowd. Amelia watched on as Kevin scolded her mother for being so reckless and idiotic. Her uncle trailing behind her pulling everyone’s luggage with him.

“Jones, you are ridiculous. How much did you have to drink?” Kevin asked, trying to contain his laughter. He could remember the last time he had seen her drunk. It was when they were fifteen and Oliver Mantle threw a party, inviting the four of them over.

“Enough for me to not remember ever seeing him again.” she slurred.

Amelia looked up at her mother, giving her a small smile. She couldn’t possibly imagine how she was feeling. After all it had been ten years and a lot of things had happened.

Archie patted his daughter as he passed her. Greeting her with a good morning before following his rushing fiancée. He greeted her once again, pausing for a second wondering how she had gotten to the place before he had. Shrugging it off, he smiled at her before following Miranda again.

(Y/N) walked into the Lodge’s place, make up smudged from her crying. Instantly Hermione and Veronica sprinted over to the girl who held onto her two daughters as tightly as she could. Fearing that if she let go they would slip away. Hermione took both girls in to her own arms whilst Veronica held (Y/N) in her arms, letting the girl sob.

“I can’t imagine how tired you are of arguing.” Veronica said, pushing her crying friend’s hair out of her face “How about you and the twins stay here tonight? We have a girls night and then tomorrow I’ll talk to Archie and put him in his place?”

“I’ll tell you this now girls, my mom told it to me when I was your age. One day, whether you’re fourteen or sixty-five, you’ll meet someone who’ll start a fire in your heart that will never be able to die. However, the saddest and most awful truth you will ever come to find is that person is not always the one we spend the rest of our lives with. I’ve never forgotten it and I hope you girls never forget it too.”

It was mid afternoon before (Y/N) had managed to remove herself from her bed, her head pounding from the amount of alcohol she consumed the previous night. Aria had switched back with her sister, due to the fact the duo had missed their respective parents. She sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for her mum to get up and greet the day. Amelia had told her of the events that occurred the night before when the duo discreetly went to breakfast together, hidden away by their uncles.

“Morning, mum, how are you?” she asked, looking over at her freshly showered mother, who grinned at her as if the sun wasn’t completely blinding her.

“Aria or Amelia?” she asked, raising her eyebrow, trying to scan the girl’s face that was sat before her. “No, wait let me guess, Aria?”

“You got it right!” she grinned at her mother, standing up and jumping into her mother’s embrace. “I’ve missed you so much, mum!”

Amelia sat by the pool, next to her father, who seemed to be deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed and his brown eyes seemed to gaze off into the distance. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he managed to mute out Miranda’s rambling. She went on and on about how she hadn’t found a dress yet and whether Archie was willing to spend a lot and get her a dress made specially.

Betty and Veronica watched the red haired man from the opposite side of the pool, like the twins, the duo tried to make themselves discreet, not wanting them to be seen by their neighbour, who, by the looks of it, was not up for anything his bitchy fiancée was ranting on about. “Do you think he’s spotted us or Kevin yet?” Betty frowned, her eyebrows furrowing “He doesn’t look very happy.”

“Bet, he’s probably, no, hopefully, thinking about how he should just call the wedding off. Once he sees (Y/N), he’ll be blown away and have to cancel the wedding.”

Miranda scoffed as Archie, yet again, ignored her. “I’m going to the bar.”

She pushed herself up, nudging Amelia as she did so, making the young girl fall off the seat. She walked with a bounce in her stride, making both Betty and Veronica cringe.

“Is it illegal to side tackle her into the pool?” Jughead took the girls by surprise as he joined them by the poolside.

“It’s illegal to side tackle anyone, Juggy.” Betty spoke, trying to contain her laughter. “But you can try it if you want.”

(Y/N) sat at the bar, staring down at her drink feeling nauseated at the smell of the vodka. Though the smell of alcohol left her feeling nauseous, however she couldn’t help but feel comforted at her surroundings, knowing that it was the last place anyone would find her. After all, before last night, she hadn’t drank a drop of alcohol since Ollie Mantle’s house party.

“Excuse me, Sam, please can I have a coke instead?” (Y/N) smiled at the man behind the bar, who simply nodded and did as she had asked.

“Bartender, I’ll have a martini, thanks.” a voice broke the silence. It was three in the afternoon and she wasn’t expecting a lot of people at the bar at that time of day.

“Wallowing in self pity?” Miranda asked (Y/N) with disgust, neither women knowing about the other. “Your depressing vibe is ruining my mood, could you move out of the bar and into your own room?”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were about to see your ex-boyfriend after ten years?” (Y/N) retorted, already taking a disliking to the girl a few stools away from her. “I’ll have the bill, thank you Sam.”

Miranda watched the woman through the corner of her eyes, judging how she moved with elegance and grace. Instantly disliking her for being too pretentious. Miranda pondered about the woman. Her accent was fake, her hair was too shiny for normality. She didn’t know whether she disliked her for being too perfect or for the fact that she was day drinking. Miranda watched as the woman picked up the pen and signed her name in one unbroken motion.

“Wait a second.” Miranda burst out as (Y/N) attempted to gather her things together “You’re (Y/N) Jones, as in the (Y/N) Jones?”

“The one and only.”

“I’m such a huge fan, I saw one of your dresses in the June edition of Vogue. The lace pattern was breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Thank you?” (Y/N) was confused and it was clear, first this woman was basically insulting her, now she was her number one fan and she, quite frankly, couldn’t believe it.

“I’m actually getting married in a couple of months, maybe you could design my dress. It would be such an honour to wear something designed by you.”

(Y/N) scoffed, giving the younger woman a smile before walking off to find her daughters. She rushed up to her room quickly and changed out of her jeans and tee into something more tropical and suitable for the warm San Francisco sun. Throwing her hair up into a messy ponytail, the woman entered the lift only to find Archie Andrews already inside. Her mouth fell open as her eyes caught his. He hadn’t recognised her due to the fact her most of her face was hidden behind her glasses. (Y/N) stood as still as she could, afraid that he would be able to recognise her if she moved. Although she knew he was expecting her, she was unsure whether she was ready to be civil with him.

The elevator music stopped suddenly and the moving motion stopped, causing (Y/N) to let out a groan. Only this would happen to her.

“What are you doing here?” Archie asked, his tone of voice angry, almost as if he wasn’t expecting to see her.

“I’m here to bring Aria back home.” she retorted “Instead of moaning, press the stupid emergency button and get us out of here. I’m not here to argue.”

“Well, I am.”

“Archie Andrews, stop being so bloody childish. We’re not sixteen anymore.”

“He’ll Never Know” (Part One)

Part Two

A/N: You are best friends with Luke. You’ve had feelings for him for a while but kept it to yourself. Timing didn’t seem to be on your side. But who knows, life can be a funny thing.


You shut the engine off and unbuckled your seat belt. You got out of your car and walked over to the passenger side to grab the two boxes of pizza. You shut the door behind you. The pizzas rested on one arm, and your keys were in your other hand. You locked your car and made your way towards the front door. You rang the doorbell and waited. No answer. You rang the doorbell once more. Nothing.

“Luke?” you called out. You had keys to his condo but you refused to use them unless absolutely necessary. You looked over your shoulder and to make sure it was his car you saw parked outside. It was. “Hey, Luke, I’m just gonna come in, okay? I’ve got two boxes of pizzas and they’re kind of burning my arm,” you said. You fumbled through your keys until you found the key. You slid the key though the lock and turned it over. A breeze of cold air from inside brushed through you once you opened the door.

You saw Luke sitting on his sofa with his face buried in his hands. “Whoa, who died?” you teased. Luke looked up at you but said not a word. His face was colorless. His blue eyes were dull and tired. Dark circles began to form under his eyes. His cheeks were low, and his lips were dry. His blonde hair was flat and unbothered.

“Luke,” you said worriedly. You shut the door behind you, dropped the pizzas and your keys on the nearest seat, and rushed to his side. You cupped his face with your hands and tried to read his sad eyes. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

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