someone take her phone away from her

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

fragile ones

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title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

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Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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12.16 coda

AAAAAND we’re back, lovelies! As usual, if you’d like to be added to my master taglist, shoot me a message and I’ll stick you onto the next one!

It feels wrong for some reason not telling Castiel that Claire shows up on their case in Wisconsin, but he’s been swallowing that bullshit about “giving people space” for months now and he’s trying to do right by her at least. Let her make her own choices. Besides, it’s kind of nice having her tag along. She’s a pretty cool kid.

He should have called the minute he figured out what Mick was up to. He knows he should have. But it all happens so fast with the bite and the cure and he’s too busy blaming everyone in that room for what’s happening to his - to Claire. His hand, his hand shoved that poisonous needle into Claire’s skin, he as good as killed her himself. “I need some air.” He yanks on the doorknob like he wants to rip Mick’s head off his body and and steps out into the cold night air.

For a minute all he can do is stand on the threshold, chest heaving. He’s frozen to the front step, a terrible ringing in his ears.

And then he hears another high-pitched, agonized scream. It scares him into moving.

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anonymous asked:

Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase


It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

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#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”

**

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”

**

It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.

**

“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.

“Beer?”

She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


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Curiosity – Part 5 (M)

Originally posted by ats0shi

Part OnePart TwoPart Three / Part Four / Part Five

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Cam Boy!AU, smut, angst (ooh there be drama in this chapter hehe)

Warnings: oral (female receiving, spanking, intrusion of someones sex life lol

Word Count: 2,502 words

A/N: Lmao, I wrote half of this in class today. I don’t know how I didn’t get caught wow. BUT FINAlly, I uploaded another part whoop whoop. I hope this lives up to expectations of the people who have been waiting a while >.< sorry about the wait!


Jealous?

That wasn’t even close to what you were feeling. You felt used, disappointed, upset, betrayed…the possibilities were endless.

You didn’t understand why Seokjin would ask you to be apart of his cams, but walk into a party a few days later with a random girl on his hips, calling her his so called “girlfriend”. Sure, they looked cute together, but it made you feel used. It was stupid to get your hopes up, there was no way Jin, your best friend, was going to let you fuck him casually for the help of fans in his cams (aye it rhymes).

“You okay? You’ve been staring at her for a while,” Jungkook pointed out as he came and grabbed a seat beside you, referring to Seokjin’s girlfriend.

“She’s stunning.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“There’s no point in lying when it’s so obvious. I swear, everyone knows about your crush on Jin hyung. Apart from him…he’s an idiot.” Jungkook took a sip from the red cup in his hands, hissing slightly at the burning sensation that was felt in his throat afterwards.

“It’s not a crush, don’t make me sound like a teenaged girl,” you huffed, the alcohol starting to catch up to you.

You saw Jin’s girlfriend (What was her name again? Jei? Jia? Frankly, you couldn’t care at that exact moment) giggle and press her lips against his. The ones that were on yours only a few days ago. You tried not to let it show how much it infuriated you, but on the inside you were screaming.

You took a big gulp of the drink that was in your cup, finishing it all and throwing it to the side somewhere, not caring if someone was going to have to clean it up later on. It wasn’t your place anyway.

“Come on Kook, dance with me,” you reached out to grab his hand, taking him by surprise and pulling him into the middle of the room where everyone was practically grinding on one another. You didn’t think of Jungkook as a toy, but right now you just needed Jin’s eyes on you, not his girlfriend. Make him horny and possibly jealous? Seems easy enough.

Maybe you were just a little too drunk, maybe just a little too horny, or maybe just a little too mad, but you didn’t plan on grinding down onto Jungkook so much you would send the child off with a boner that was straining against his tight jeans. Now you were alone and there was no point in staying around anymore. Perhaps you should have just left when you saw Jin walk in with another girl. At least then you would have Jungkook as a friend to keep you company.


You sighed as you walked back into your apartment later on that night, getting out your phone and texting Jungkook you had gotten home alright. Taking off your heels, you slumped down on the couch not giving a crap about taking the makeup off your face or changing out of the tight dress you wore that night.

You were glad you had left

The constant image of Seokjin sucking off whatever-her-name-was’ face was imbedded in your mind. It made you mad, made you sick, disgusted. But it wouldn’t leave. Never did you expect a person like him to be a (lowkey) porn star or to ask his best friend to be involved in one of his videos. You didn’t take him for someone who would play with someone’s feelings like he did to you.

A notification from your phone tore your mind away from the images in your head. You sat up and grabbed your phone from from your purse. Pressing your thumb against the home button, you opened it up to her message.

What the fuck is this!? When did this happen!

You opened the photo and to your disappointment, it was a slightly blurry photo of a half naked Seokjin and his girlfriend. You clicked out of the picture, not wanting to see that at all.

He’s doing a freaking live with a random chick and it’s not you?

What the hell? When did this happen? Who is she?

I can see you reading these messages Y/N…

You didn’t feel like responding to her and explaining why you were a broken mess over the fact Seokjin had gotten himself someone else to pleasure his sexual needs. That’s probably all he saw you as, a toy to fuck when he was horny and then thrown away if he found someone better…which he did by the looks of it.

You tried to ignore the fact he was doing another live, you really did, but you were stupid. Too curious. Opening your laptop, you typed in the link that you had memorised, clicking on the video that had a small ‘live’ button at the bottom of it.


A horrible idea? That’s what this was. This was basically you spying into their sex life, but then again, their sex life was being broadcasted in a way. You wondered how she had even said yes to all this when it had only been about a week since they started seeing each other.

It seemed like forever until the video loaded, a slightly blurred out image of the two appearing on your laptop screen. They were practically almost naked, only Jin’s boxers remained and his girlfriend’s bra and panties. But in a matter of moments, even her bra was removed but not a second passed until Jin’s lips were wrapped around her perky nipples but for some reason, you weren’t able to take your eyes off the screen (even though you knew how much it would hurt you).

Jin’s girlfriend moaned a little at his touch when his fingers rubbed her mound over her wet panties, a small ‘pop’ sound echoing as he moved his mouth off one of her nipples. He glanced up at her and you didn’t miss the smirk he shot up at her.

“Lay back babe,” Seokjin’s voice came out low and husky, turning you on even in this fucked up situation. She obliged, letting her back lay against his soft bed sheets that you remembered from the last time you were at his.

Jin placed fluttery kisses to her smooth thighs. Self consciousness was starting to kick in for you. You can’t blame him for choosing her, she was stunning. She was slim but curvy in the right places. She was beautiful…a handsome man and a beautiful women together. That’s why he went with her, not you. It made sense.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to even notice that Jin’s plump lips were wrapped around her clit, sucking gently whilst rolling his tongue around it every now and then. It had her arching off the bed as her hands came down to grip at his fading blonde locks. You remembered the night he had done it to you, you remembered the feeling, how good he had made you feel. The rolls of his tongue and the contrast with his teeth as he gently clamped his teeth around it, not enough to hurt you but just the right amount to have you lose your words.

“F-Fuck, Jin…” she moaned out, using her hands to press his face into her pussy even more if possible. It only made him chuckle and let out a strangled groan as she pulled his hair just a little too hard. That had sent all the self control you had out the door. That little groan from Seokjin is what made you die a little on the inside.

At this point you couldn’t even care. You lost your self control and your hand slipped in between your panties, lightly pressing your finger against your clit, sighing at the almost sudden pleasure it gave you.

“Mm, you taste so sweet baby. You wanna cum for me? Around my fingers as they pump into you, yeah?” God how you had missed his dirty talk, you were a sucker for it. You and the girl on screen let out moans at the same time, the only difference was she was actually experiencing Seokjin’s expertise, not thinking about them like you were doing.

“Fuck, y-yes.” Her upper body arched off the bed and she bit her bottom lip as Jin’s fingers eased themselves inside her walls, fingers falling from his hair and gripping the bedsheets instead.

“Shit, you’re so tight babe. I can’t wait to stretch your tight little pussy out with my cock soon,” he only smirked up at her. Jin’s vulgar words made her go a bright shade of red. You were a mess at home. Your fingers were soaked with your juices watching the scene play out in front of you.

One of Seokjin’s hands came to hold her thighs apart as his other hand was occupied with your hole, pumping in and out without a break or without slowing down. He could feel her walls clench around his two fingers which only made him chuckle.

“Close so soon baby?” She only whimpered back, a little embarrassed he was going to make her cum so quick, but he was good with his fingers, no- he was great, amazing in fact. His lips came to wrap around her pea sized bud again. Jin wasn’t able to hold back on rocking his hips against the bed, groaning lowly at the friction that his hard cock was getting. That’s what you needed to hear. His groaning was more of a turn on for you than you would have liked to admit.

“J-Jin, I’m- I’m gonna cum, fuck,” she struggled in getting out any words that made sense, voice slightly hoarse.

“C’mon baby, cum for me, let go.” That’s all it took for her walls to pulse and clench around his fingers, orgasm flowing throughout her body as she moaned out his name like a mantra. Jin didn’t remove his fingers from her heat or his mouth away from her clit until she was weakly pushing him away as oversensitivity started to kick in.

“Open your mouth,” he said, removing his glistening fingers from her with a lewd noise (which made her flush red once again) and holding them up to her mouth. She opened it, taking in his fingers into her mouth as well as rolling her tongue to gather her own juices.

“You taste sweet, don’t you baby girl?” He questioned to which she nodded, a low whine leaving her lips as he pulled her fingers away from her mouth. “On your hands and knees.”

She got into the position, Jin’s hand coming down across her ass making the smooth skin go a shade of light pink. She gasped in shock, but he kisses her cheek afterwards, a soothing action after his rough one.

Seokjin moved back and slipped off his boxers, a low hiss escaping him as the cold air hit his erection. His hand came to wrap around it. He groaned as his hand moved across his dick before he moved behind his girlfriend again. Jin rubbed the head of his dick against her folds, wanting to make her beg before he took away her ability to form coherent words (he’s a tad cocky isn’t he).

“Jin, p-please…”

“Beg for it baby. Come on, beg for my cock.”

“Shit, Jin please. Pl-Please fuck me already, I want y-you to fill me with your cum, please.” Her voice came out needy and high pitched, the way he was rubbing his dick against her folds and her clit made her want the real thing, and fast.

Seokjin chuckled lowly before guiding his dick into her slick heat, instantly groaning at the tightness that enveloped it.

God, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, stilling inside her as he let her adjust for a few moments before he pulled back until his tip remained inside her. He slammed his hips back into her ass, not going slow from the beginning. Skin slapping, moans and low groans were filling the room. His girlfriend wasn’t able to hold herself up, not when Jin was fucking her this good, so her upper body fell into the pillows.

At this point, your head was tossed back, two fingers buried deep inside your heat as your thumb rubbed against your clit. You weren’t concentrating on what was happening on the laptop screen, instead you drowning out the moans of his girlfriend and were focusing on Seokjin’s low grunts and moans that were falling from his swollen pink lips.

“Look at you baby,” he bought his hand down to her ass again, making it flush a shade of pink. “Your cunt is taking my cock so well, so pretty. You’re making my cock so wet babe,” he grunted out. So pretty? It was a lie. His girlfriend wasn’t the prettiest girl in his eyes. He wasn’t thinking about her as  his cock was buried deep inside her. He wasn’t thinking of her when he ate her out.

Jin was thinking of you.

It was wrong, he knew that. But no one was as beautiful as you were to him. No one was more down to earth, no one was more dorky and lovable and cute as you were to him. The only reason he had even gotten hard, was at the thought of you being on your knees taking him into your pretty little mouth. He was imagining it was your pussy that he was pounding, not his girlfriends. It didn’t compare to yours.

Jin let his thoughts run wild at the thought of you. It didn’t take long before he felt himself starting to reach his peak and felt her walls clench around him again.

“You wanna cum again? So fucking greedy,” he muttered, grabbing a hold of her hips with one hand as the other slipped around to her clit, drawing figure eights on it. “C’mon baby, cum for me again. Cum around my cock like the good little girl you are.”

The second he felt her orgasm rush over her, Jin came as well, tossing his head back with a groan at how her walls were clenching around his cock. It was only a few moments after Jin reached his peak that you reached yours, letting out a broken moan of Seokjin’s name as you did.

Seokjin rode out both his and his girlfriends highs, stilling after a little and trying to regain his breath before he slipped out of her and shooting a tired smile to the camera before shutting it off and going back to clean himself and her up.

You on the other hand sat there, catching your breath but still not believing you came while Jin was fucking his girlfriend. You needed to say something to him about this messed up situation that’s for sure. But you thought it was nice to go to sleep for the time being, especially after all that had happened that night.


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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Misdial

now that authors have been revealed i can finally post my spring exchange fic!

this is a chlonette story that i wrote for @megatraven ​ based on her chlonette bullet point fic (which you should totally read btw). i always love and excuse to write chlonette, so i hope you all enjoy it :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Misdial

Summary: When Chloe wakes up in the middle of the night, she desperately tries to call Sabrina to help her get back to sleep.

She misdials and calls Marinette instead.


Misdial


Chloe needs to hear Sabrina’s voice.

Her eyes feel heavy with the pressure of tears she’s forcing herself to swallow back, and she can hear herself pulling lungfuls of air into her chest while she yanks her phone off the charger. Her fingers are shaking so terribly it takes her four tries to correctly type her pass code, but she sees Sabrina’s name on her recent calls list and her thumb mashes down on the screen.

She presses the phone tightly to her ear and rocks back and forth on the bed as it rings once, twice, three times. Chloe thinks it must be at least two in the morning, and she knows that Sabrina isn’t ever up this late. She tends to sleep through phone calls in the middle of the night, and Chloe is prepared for the sound of her voicemail and the crippling resignation that’ll come when she’ll have to get through this alone. Chloe bites down on her lip and nods to herself. That’s okay. Sabrina needs her sleep. She understands.

Chloe’s about to give up when the sixth ring is cut off and the line picks up on the other end. She doesn’t waste time with greetings or apologies. The words are already tripping out of her mouth.

“I-I had it again,” she chokes out, her voice thick with tears. “It was the same dream again but a hundred times worse, and I woke up with my heart in my throat and there was no one around and I panicked. I-It felt really real this time, Sabrina, and I was all alone and I couldn’t hear anyone or see anyone and I feel like I’m about to throw up a-and I just…..I just, I don’t know what to do and I’m too scared to go back to sleep, please , I can’t calm down and everything feels so wrong!”

The panic in her voice is starting to make her hyperventilate, so she stops and places a hand over her mouth so she can breathe in through her nose, just like Sabrina taught her the first time she called her in the middle of the night. Chloe’s heart is still racing, as if her body still thinks she’s in danger, and she’s patiently waiting for Sabrina to respond so that she can finally relax.

She hears a voice on the other end — one filled with worry, words slurring together out of exhaustion — but Chloe freezes up in horror when she realizes that it isn’t Sabrina’s.

“Um….wha’s wrong now?”

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A Higher Education PT.2

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University.

Word Count:  6,293

A/U: So happy with all of the support from you all. I’m really enjoying writing this so I think instead of three parts I will be doing four. But nothing more than that. ENJOY!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.

We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”

My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?

“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?”  Shawn answered

Yeah, maybe you should ask someone fucking else.

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Obsessions part two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by clairestmple

Word count: 938

Pairing: peter parker x reader 

AN: You can read part one and three here

 It had been a few days since your encounter with the superhero Spider-man. You wanted to stop thinking about him but that was next to impossible as your sister brought him up every second of every day. And today, yet again she had dragged you along on one of her stupid chases, thankfully this time it was in daylight. 

 Fumbling with the zipper on your jacket you faintly listened to your sister going on about how Spider-man was seen fighting near the cafe a few streets away. You swore this girl had a death wish. "Do we have to chase this guy, your gonna get yourself killed one day ya know.“

"Didn’t ask you to come.” She reminded you, muttering her words in a mocking tone. "Someone has to be the responsible sibling around here.“ You mocked back causing her to turn around and send you a glare. You ignored her harsh stare and continued walking along the pavement, occasionally kicking rocks to the side in your boredom. 

A loud bang caught both you and your sisters attention as you look up from the pavement, mouth almost hitting the ground at the sight in front of you. There, a few meters away stood Spider-man as he battled the villain the green goblin. Just great. Your idiotic sister squealed as she pulled out her phone, taking photos of Spider-man in action on her phone, but you knew better than to be so stupid. Grabbing her arm roughly you began pulling her away from the scene so you both wouldn’t be injured or worse from being so close to the mess. "What are you doing?!” She whined in protest as she tried to claw away from your grip.

Anger flooded throughout your body as you tightened your grip on her arm. “Are you stupid! Do you want to die?! We need to get out of here alright, for once in your life listen to me!" Something in her snapped as she nodded her head in understanding, starting to follow you away from the scene without you having to drag her. Guilt seemed to have consumed her as she sulked next to you as you walked away. "I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to put us in danger." 

"It’s alright it’s just. You have a brain, you’re really smart but when you pull stunts like that I just…I just don’t understand how you can become so foolish. I’m supposed to be the younger sister, you’re meant to be looking out for me. It’s like you just don’t care." You ranted, letting all the thoughts you’d kept inside for so long now be heard. Looking down at the pavement in sorrow your sister responded quietly. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you felt that way." 

Letting out a sigh starting to feel bad for the way you yelled at her previously you stopped your movements to pull her into a hug. "It’s alright. I’m just glad we’re safe now." She wrapped her arms around you in return which shocked you, you both hadn’t hugged since you were kids. "Thanks sis." 


Later that night you heard knocking coming from your bedroom window causing you to jump in your place. Thinking it was just a bird you got up and opened the curtains to shoo it away, but you’re met with a different scenario. There outside your window was Spider-man. What the heck was he doing here? Opening the window to let him inside you wasted no time in asking."What are you doing here?" 

"Why hello to you too Y/N." He laughed at your introduction before landing on your carpeted floor with a slight thud. "Oh how very funny. Seriously though, what the heck are you doing here?" 

Scratching his head he cleared his throat before answering in a nervous tone. "I saw you today…near my fight with the goblin. I-I just, wanted to make sure you were okay." Immediately feeling guilty for your outburst you felt your heart sink, why were you so rude to him when you were obviously developing feelings for him? Playing with the ends or your sweater you avoided his gaze as you looked at the ground. "Oh…that’s really nice of you. Thank you. Sorry for interrogating you it’s just…it's been a rough day." 

"It’s alright. I guess it is kind of weird for me to show up so randomly." Chuckling at the end of his sentence you mindlessly responded. "Nah, I could get used to it." 

Looking up at you evidently hearing your words, he tilted his head in confusion. "What?" Oh god did he hear me?! Panicking you quickly changed the topic. "Nothing. So how did you go today?" 

"Goblins locked away for now, but who knows when he’ll get out next." He seemed frustrated at the later part as he sighed, rubbing his temples. Feeling sympathy for the superhero you placed a hand gently on his shoulder, feeling tingles course through your body at his touch and you’d wondered if he felt it too. "You’re really brave you know that?" He turned his head to face you, nodding his head at your words. "Someone’s gotta be." 

"I was wandering…is their something I can call you, like a first name?" You asked hopefully, you wanted to put a name to the brave and kind boy you’d grown to care for so suddenly. "Peter…you can call me Peter." 

Smiling widely at his answer you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel special that he trusted you enough to tell you his name. "I like it. Hopefully one day i’ll meet the boy under the mask.”

twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by fakesonia

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part four:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159002098033/twin-andrews-part-4-jughead-x-reader

part 6: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159528549924/twin-andrews-part-6-jughead-x-reader

a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office 

“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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Title: Incandescent | Chapter One

Rated: T (language/violence)

Summary: There are monsters in the word. Demons that crawl from the blackest pits and breach the Earth, murdering and feasting on the bones of humans. Lucy has spent her entire life training to fight the skeletons in her closet. Natsu has spent his life running from them. Unfortunate circumstances find the pair of them at Saint Katherine’s Academy, a school of black magic and demons. (Monster Hunter!AU)

Word Count: 3072

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The air smells of musk and sweat and beneath that something sharper—something metallic that rests heavy in the room, coating her tongue and leaving a bitter taste in its wake. Lucy grimaces as the smell hits her, nearly recoiling at how pungent it is. She catches herself quickly, steeling her features and continuing into the crowded room, unimpressed with the flickering lights and water-stained ceiling of the abandoned warehouse. She steps in a puddle of what she hopes is water, eyeing the liquid with distaste before shaking off her boot.

She glances towards the group crowding the middle of the room, forming a large ring around a pair of fighters in the center, cheering and screaming as the men beat each other. According to the large screen overhead, one is called Bora of Prominence, and Lucy recognizes the tattoo above his eye from the flier she was given previously this week. The other fighter is simply called Jackal, and Lucy doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to forget the smile on his face as he draws blood.

Jackal lands a heavy blow across Bora’s face, sending the man crashing to the floor. The crowd swallows him from sight and Jackal throws his head back and laughs, the sound drowned by the heavy beat of music flooding through the overhead speakers. There’s something in Jackal’s eyes that she doesn’t like, amusement or maybe mirth, some twisted joy at seeing some bleed and hearing bones break.

Sneering, Lucy turns away, instead heading for the staircase off to the right, leading up the balcony overlooking the fights on three sides of the room, the front wall left bare. The music will be louder, she thinks, enough to give her a headache for days, but the view will be better. She’s in no mood to fight through a screaming crowd just to watch a couple of men fight like dogs. If she wanted to watch people kill each other, she would have gone with Laxus to speak with Hades. No matter. Lucy didn’t come here to listen to the fighters and the crowds scream. She came to recruit.

There have been whispers lately, rumors, and she intends to find out just how true they are.

Her foot touches down on iron, and the entire set of stairs quivers violently, trembling beneath her slight weight. She scoffs, glancing down at the rust beneath her dark boots and wondering if a fall from the top would kill her or merely leave her broken. Perhaps, a bit of both. Shaking the thought away, Lucy takes another step, one hand on the railing beside her. The metal is cool against her fingers, left uncovered by her ratty gloves stretched over her palms.

It’s not the building she needs to watch out for at this point, it’s the people—the monsters. A tall man built like a wall passes by her, heading for the ground floor, and Lucy thinks he might be one of the night’s fighters, a man named Ezel that she saw briefly on the roster. His gaze rests heavy on her form, as she walks by, and Lucy clenches her jaw until she feels his eyes leave her frame. Her gun weighs heavy against her hip, a constant reminder of what lurks in the shadows, watching—hunting. Men. Animals. Monsters.

With her luck, all three.

Halfway up the stairs, Lucy freezes, her steps faltering as her grip tightens on the railing, her knuckles turning a stark white as her muscles tense. Pausing, Lucy breathes in heavily through her nose, searching for the phantom scent that seems to have disappeared as quickly as it came. She finds it again a moment later, the smell suffocating her, slithering down her throat and curling through her lungs, thick and dark and bitter. Sulfur floods her senses, choking her and resting thick on her tongue.

Lucy’s lips pull back over her teeth and she snarls, casting a quick glance around the room for anything suspicious. Nothing. Her fingers itch to grab her gun, but the smell is faint, days old, so she forces herself to relax, knowing better than to work herself up over nothing. Besides, it’s not a demon she’s looking for.

It’s a Dragon.

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Rumors of how the Fakes came together have been around for as long as they have. Some say they met in prison and broke out together. Others say Geoff scouted the world for them and still others say that crew, in need of a leader, found Geoff, a down and out drunk with big dreams. In truth, Jackqueline “Jack” Pattillo was the one who brought them together. Sick and tired of being passed over for jobs and shunned for simply being a woman. Told she could never had kids at seventeen thanks to a freak fluke in her biology. She started going by Jack in her late teens because hell, everyone treated her like a man anyway. She worked as an RA for the vast majority of her life, wanting to help people. One night, Geoff stumbled into her ER, bleeding and bruised, barley able to walk on a shattered knee. Jack didn’t ask questions as she fixed him up; she had heard of Geoff and she knew that a truck had crashed through the window of a downtown bank, one that had a track record for robberies and hold ups, that same night. She placed cute kitten band-aids on his cuts, sewing up the larger ones, and set his knee. Geoff slipped a card into the pocket of her scrubs. She called the number and Geoff told her he didn’t have much above a dream, a so-so reputation and a shitty apartment, but he needed a partner like her, one with medical know-how.
  A year later, Jack is chatting with Geoff over the phone while scouting a joint for a heist. She’s a cute, somewhat chubby, middle aged woman; no one would suspect her of being aligned with the gangster Geoff Ramsey. She’s heading back to her car when someone bumps into her. She wouldn’t have noticed if not for the mumbled ‘sorry’ she barley hears. A thin man stumbles away from her. He looks like a walking shadow, as if he’ll vanish before her eyes. She hangs up on Geoff and tails the man. Her hand hovers over the switchblade in her back pocket as she gently takes his arm and asks him if he’s okay. He turns to face her and she’s stunned by how young he really is. He barley looks a day over seventeen. He introduces himself as Gavin Free and it’s obvious he hasn’t eaten properly in weeks. He’s gaunt and covered in cuts and bruises. He had just come over from England, running from a horrible childhood and an even worse gang. He looks at her like a kicked dog, as if expecting to be hit, but she only guides him to her car and takes him back home. On the way, she calls Geoff back and lets him know. At first, the man nearly blows a gasket. But when they get home and Geoff sees the state Gavin is in, he eases up. If he was left on the streets any longer, he would have either been beaten or starved to death. Jack nurses him back to health, giving him a warm bed, food and a place to come home to.
  An angry, trans boy runaway, too fucked up in his family’s eyes to stay in New Jersey is next. He hitches a ride to Los Santos in the middle of the night with nothing but the clothes on his back and enough money to buy shitty gas station food. He seeks out Jack himself after hearing rumors of a Gang Nurse who would help you if you needed it. Again, Jack doesn’t ask why an obviously female face is insisting his name is Michael Jones and he needs help. So Jack takes in another stray, another member for her growing family. Him and Gavin instantly bond, and soon they’re inseparable. Jack gets Michael on testosterone to help him transition and therapy if and/or when he needs it.
  Another year passes. Jack is coming home from the grocery store when she spots a bloody and branded man in a grimy purple hoodie. She takes him home, who gave his name as Ray Navarez Jr., and tells him that his brand, a wound from another gang he tried to leave, would heal if he took care of it properly. Geoff knows a guy who can do a badass cover up tattoo when he was ready, if he wanted. Just like that, another baby bird comes to the nest. Jack makes a mental note to get Geoff, Michael, and Gavin to teach that gang a lesson.
  That same night, the crew is roused out of bed by a distressed rapping on the door. Jack opens the door to a half dead, fully traumatized man in his early to mid thirties. He manages a broken “heard you could help me” before collapsing on her doorstep. Jack races to help him while Geoff keeps the boys. She forgoes sleep, staying by his bedside all night and through the following day and night, until he wakes up, until she’s certain he’ll make it. He eventually gets around to introducing himself as Ryan Haywood. He quietly regales her with stomach churning tales of what had happened to him in his last gang. She adds the gang’s name to the mental note. She shows him the first love he’d gotten since he left his mother and Georgia behind. They’re in the process of moving to a new place, so she keeps him there, in the quiet and among her beloved roses and hyacinths and daffodils. Slowly, she starts integrating the others. Geoff and Ray first, since they’re the calmest and Ryan’s still on a hair trigger. As much as she loves all of he boys, Gavin and Michael together is a force to be reckoned with and not at all what Ryan needs right now. As the new house comes to life, Ryan relaxes. He loosens up around everyone - now that he’s sure they won’t hurt him like the last gang did - talks more, eats even more. One sunny afternoon, he shyly asks Jack if they can go to a garden center for a few plants for his room. That’s when Jack knows for sure; Ryan is going to be just fine.
Next to join the family is a daughter named Lindsay Tuggey. She comes to Jack beaten, bruised, sobbing, begging for help and showing all the symptoms of sexual assault. Lindsay was in an abusive relationship, which kept her alive and off the streets. The bastard beat and hit her regularly but tonight was the first time he had raped her, and when he was done that’s when she ran. Lindsay knew the Gang Nurse Jack was around here somewhere, and Jack would help her. But, Lindsay was terrified the boyfriend would find her and kill her. This is when the Fakes first get a glimpse of Ryan’s scary taste for murder. Who they thought was a scarred, closed off, yet oddly sweet guy, could also be the scariest, most murder happy fucker they had ever met. That day they all made a silent vow to never double cross Ryan. Michael, on the other hand, instantly takes a protective, almost romantic liking to her, promising to protect her from her ex and get her revenge for what the scum did to her.
  Fresh out of their freshman years in college, on the run and scared for their lives, Jeremy Dooley and Mica Burton are last to join the Fakes family. Jack finds them, Mica curled up under a thin coat and Jeremy slowly freezing to death up under a newspaper one night in January. It may not get polar in Los Santos, but it does get pretty cold. Her heart breaking, she takes the two home and gives them food, a hot shower, and beds. They’re keeping up with and almost matching Gavin and Michael’s energy in no time. Mica picks up cosplay, becoming the best dressed - equal to Gavin, of course - as best disgusted of the Fakes. Her crazy matches Ryan’s; the two bond instantly.
  Lindsay is the one who first calls her Mom. One night, she’s snuggling with Geoff on the couch, watching some trashy, late night talk show when she hears sniffling and crying from Lindsay’s room. She untangles herself from Geoff and slowly lets herself into the younger woman’s room, making sure Lindsay knows she’s entering the room. Lindsay is sitting straight up, covered in cold sweat and bawling. Jack says nothing, but she sits down next to Lindsay and pulls her into her chest. She wraps her in a surprisingly strong grip around her midsection as Jack mutters reassuring nonsense until Lindsay calmed down. It’s then she tells her she’s the best Mom in the world. Did Jack cry happy tears into Geoff’s shoulder when she got back to the couch? Geoff will take that to his grave.
  Gavin, Michael, Ray and Jeremy pick up the affection with no problem at all. Gavin wonders how he didn’t think of it earlier. Ryan, since the two are close in age, picks up a different sort of affection. Every year on Mother’s Day, she gets a huge bouquet of peonies from Ryan, cementing her place as a mom of six, sister to one, and lover to another.

Love is patient,
except sometimes, it isn’t. like when you’ve already gone months without seeing her and you’re so badly yearning for more of her that it hurts, it hurts you deep in your core. like when you can’t wait to be with her again, like when you want so badly want to make up for lost time; to trace the patterns of freckles on her shoulders that you haven’t felt in so long; to kiss her and lose yourself in her again like you did the first time, like you haven’t done in so long. like when you’re in a hurry to become us all over again and waiting just one more day is enough to drive you crazy.

love is kind.
except sometimes, it isn’t. because sometimes love is hearing a sound and thinking for a split second that she’s here with you, only to realize a moment later that you are waking up alone after she’s already woken up hours before you, miles away from you. and it’s cruel, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t be with, it’s cruel to love someone you can’t comfort when she’s upset and crying, it’s cruel to love someone you can only reach through text messages and phone calls. they’re enough to get you through the day, but never enough at the same time. 

It does not envy,
except sometimes, it does. because there are people who are able to take her out to dinner, to go to the movies with her, to go over her house and just sit there, to be with her - and you can’t. and green is all you can see because they just don’t realize these simple pleasure are everything to you; green is all you can see because you can’t do the things that they take for granted. 

it does not boast,
except sometimes, it does.  and how can it not? when the most amazing creature that God has ever created is yours, yours alone and no one else. how can it not succumb to the desires to shout to the world about how blessed you are to have this beautiful human in your life? how can it not tell everyone and anyone who is listening, over and over and over again, just how much you love her? 

it is not proud
except sometimes it is. because pride is all you can feel for her, when she calls you with good news or when she accomplishes something she didn’t think she could do or when she achieves a goal she has always wanted to achieve or when she does something that makes your heart swell up for love with her and you’re so full, full to the brim, that you can barely breathe but with your final breaths, you will use them to exclaim just how proud of her you are, just how proud you are to be in love with her. 

It does not dishonor others,
except sometimes, it does. but not intentionally. sometimes, other people are so offended and disgusted by your love for her, you have dishonored them without even realizing it. when you hold her hand in a crowded store or kiss her cheek when you meet her at the airport or cry in her arms when you say goodbye at the train station, you will attract stares before you even know what to do about it. let them stare. because her hand, her kiss, her arms mean more to you than anything in the world. and sometimes, dishonoring others is okay as long as you aren’t dishonoring yourself. 

it is not self-seeking,
except sometimes, it is. like when you just spent a week straight with her but the second you are back home, you start looking at plane tickets for the next time you can be together. you start planning, picking dates, calling off work, arranging rides to the airport and train station. all because you can’t stand to be away from her, because you crave being with her more than you can even begin to put into words. because you love her and you want to be with her and a week is just never long enough. 

it is not easily angered,
except sometimes, it is. because in the day and age of digital media, Helvetica Neue still is not able to convey sarcasm or any feelings really. and it is so easy to misconstrue or misunderstand, it is so easy for tempers to flare and tears to fall. and then she calls you, and you can hear her voice and your anger subsides. we must allow the anger to visit but we must not allow it to stay.

it keeps no record of wrongs.
except sometimes, it does. memories are stronger than we think and you were such a bitch to her the other day, you can’t stop thinking about it, even after she’s already forgiven you and moved on from it. you can’t move on. you keep thinking about the things you said, the things you didn’t say, the things you wish you said, the way you said it, the way you should have said it. you were wrong and you know it, but she still loves you anyway. 

It always protects,
always. when you wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking, she will hold you until you can sleep again. when you forget how to breathe, she will put your hand to her chest and remind you. when anxiety eats away at you from the inside out, she will make you feel safe. when you can’t get out of bed, she will lay there with you. when it hurts, she will take away your pain. 

always trusts,
always. when she says she’s going out drinking, you trust that she won’t get drunk and drive. when she smokes five cigarettes in one day, you trust that she will take it easy tomorrow. when she stops replying to your messages, you trust that she is well and safe. you trust that she is not lying to you. you trust that she has your best interest at heart. you trust that she would never intentionally do anything to harm you. you trust that she loves you as much as she says she does. 

always hopes,
always. because the future seems so bright when her smile is all you can see. because she called you up today to talk about name options for the baby boy you hope to have one day. because you can’t wait for the day your home is full of cats and dogs. because you can’t wait for the day your home becomes our home.

always perseveres.
always. because she’s worth it. she’s worth all of the flight delays. she’s worth all of cab services that won’t let you pay with a credit card. she’s worth having to change your plans to see each other because real life gets in the way and you can’t make it, not this time. she’s worth all of the tears you shed because you're anticipating saying goodbye. she’s worth all of the travel anxiety, all of the money spent just to be together, all of the days you can’t be together. because she’s worth it. because you’re both worth it. 

Love never fails.
never.

—  1 Corinthians 13:4-8
(cc, 2016)
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I actually like Jieun?? Like whoa, crazy how could I with how she treated Bum, right? I should specify. I like her character. She seems realistically human to me and with a manhwa that’s got very little characters who are also all male, like, I like her? 

She is so fucking in love with Sangwoo that she nose dives straight into anger and irritation the second he’s brought up because she’s never felt like this towards someone before and it clearly annoys her. I mean, she’s blown up his phone, she snaps whenever one of her friends tease her about him being late  and gives shit to a handicapped guy who’s taking away the attention that she wants so badly. She’s acting like a middle schooler experiencing their first crush and it’s totally realistic for someone who seems like they’ve never fallen in love before. 

Y’all can hate her all you want, I get it. She was totally a cunt to Bum, so I understand where the hates coming from, but man I can’t bring myself to hate her.

fancy-cosima  asked:

Hey there, I was wondering if you could explain how the interactions between Lena and Kara are "implicitly romantic and/or sexual"? I'm not trying to be confrontational but I don't see their interactions that way (to me they seem like close friends who happen to have a lot of chemistry) and I was curious about how you see it?

Sure, I’d be happy to explain ! And I’m tagging @detectivdimples and @putitonthevideopanel cause you two joined the discussion, so if you feel like reading this long ass post you’ll see where I come from with the romantic Supercorp.

I talked about implicit romantic and/or sexual interactions in the post because I was talking about queer baiting in general terms. For Supercorp in particular, I don’t necessarily see sexual tension between Kara and Lena (maybe details here and there, but that’s it). It’s more about romantic interactions between them. Oh gosh I have to stop rambling and go straight to my point ! Ok let’s do it. Stick with me, cause it’s gonna be a long post.

The show was on S2 hiatus when I started to watch it, so everyone had already discovered Lena and a lot of people were already talking about Supercorp. At first I thought I was biased because of that, but people had also talked about Kara/Lucy and Kara/Cat in S1 and I have actually never seen anything romantic between them. When I watched 2x01 I saw nothing romantic between Kara and Lena, just the beginning of a pleasant friendship. But it started in 2x03.

When Kara visits Lena, there’s this awkwardness between them, not much with Lena, but more on Kara’s side. Lena is relaxed, but Kara doesn’t know if she can sit or not, she doesn’t dare asking for it so Lena is the one ultimately inviting her to sit. Of course Kara is a very new reporter so that might be why she’s acting this way and seems so shy (something she’s not usually, she’s often awkward when people compliment her for example but she’s not shy, quite the opposite). There’s also the “protocole” because Kara comes to interview Lena, who’s a powerful business woman, so she has to be polite. But still. Kara shows the exact behavior of someone impressed. Not everyone reacts the same way, but I can be that awkward with people I have a crush on. In that same scene, Lena has a very playful and teasing smile when she orders invites Kara to try this awful thing that can detect aliens. This attitude is actually pretty ambiguous. I could call it flirty with this smile if the situation wasn’t what it is : Lena is relaxed and at ease, which doesn’t reveal any fear or distrust, but she seems to have suspicions about Kara because she really wants her to take the test. It’s like she doesn’t feel threatened at all but she knows Kara is Supergirl and she wants a proof. So idk about this particular part of this scene, it’s really disturbing and bothering. I think this scene is not the best one, it’s so tinted by Kara’s secret and probably too soon in their relationship, whether we see it as platonic or romantic.

At the end of this same episode, Kara visits Lena again. They have a conversation (Lena is pretty flirty when she leans on the sofa)

Originally posted by lenaluthoraf

and Lena talks about very personal stuff, she tells Kara she was crushed when she discovered who really was her brother, etc… These are things she could say to a friend. But what I see as the beginning of a romance (or a crush, no matter how you wanna call it) is this line : “Finally I realized that some people are just bad. There’s nothing you can do to change that. But you can learn to protect yourself.” and at the exact moment she says protect yourself she looks away while she had been looking Kara right in the eyes for the past seconds. It’s like she actually wants to protect herself in this precise moment, which makes sense, because she’s talking about her past, her family, her feelings towards them, something she probably rarely does. She’s been disappointed by people she loves : her brother, her mother. She cares for Kara and is probably starting to develop feelings for her (platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter) so she’s afraid she might be disappointed once more if she bonds to Kara. After a quick confession, she does protect herself in this moment. And if she tells all these things to Kara and shares her past, it means she wants Kara in her life. As a friend ? As a lover ? We don’t know yet. But right after this part of the scene, Kara looks away as well, she’s embarrassed because Lena is talking about personal stuff. And then Lena has this bittersweet smile and this time, she doesn’t shy away : they share a smile, Kara turns her head down, Lena lowers her eyes at the same time, and then Kara keeps her eyes down, but Lena gets hers back to Kara’s face and she stares right at her without losing her smile.

Another scene, 2x04 this time. Kara rushes into Lena’s office unannounced. Anyone would be at least a bit mad and upset. But Lena just tells her employee to make sure Kara can visit whenever she wants to. imo Lena’s whipped af ahah, but ok, let’s admit this is only friendship. When she gives Kara the paper with the fight club address, she holds it for a second while looking Kara into the eyes. She’s a bit playful and almost teasing. Right before the camera goes to Kara, we see a smirk growing on Lena’s face. The whole thing is so flirty tbh.

Originally posted by speisla

Now 2x05. Lena invites Kara to her party. Really nice of her ! And clearly something she would be with a friend (most particularly since Kara is her only friend). But doesn’t she have a phone ? Lena is a business woman, she’s busy, the easiest would have been to call Kara. Instead, she takes time to come to CatCo and invites Kara herself. Um… seems like someone is whipped and wanted to see her crush. So Lena tells Kara she hopes her to come and man hell shows up like ‘hey dudes I wanna come too’ and Kara shuts him down right away. You might think it’s not a proof she really really likes Lena and doesn’t want man hell around when she’s with her, because at that time she was trying to prevent him from causing trouble (and what better place than a party for causing trouble), so I’m gonna admit that and move on. Lena tells Kara it would mean a lot to her if she was here, but before she does, she hesitates for a second, she bites her lip and lowers her eyes.

Originally posted by amendlessknot

What kind of friend would do that ? Why does she suddenly look so shy but also ecstatic at the same time ? Plus, she starts talking and says “It would mean a lot to me *looks back at Kara’s face* if you were there.”. The moment her eyes go back to Kara’s face is actually important, because it’s once she’s expressed the way she feels (it would mean a lot to her) that she dares look back at Kara. She’s uncomfortable with looking Kara in the eyes while telling her how important it is for her that she comes. And then, there is man hell. Ironically, he plays a big part in this scene. He asks if he can come and Kara immediately says no. Lena hesitates, she undoubtedly feels some discontent on Kara’s side, she checks her face probably to try to figure out what’s going on, and she eventually says man hell can come. Her voice tone is light, she seems to be okay and even happy to invite him. But once she sees Kara’s head going down, she realizes she’s upset and understands she didn’t want him to join, and her behavior goes from white to black. She seems less assured when she asks man hell what’s his name. She then gets back to her usual composure and assurance, but that’s her first spontaneous reaction that matters : she sees Kara doesn’t want man hell to come, she realizes she read her wrong and made a mistake by inviting him, she wants to withdraw but it’s too late, so she instinctively adopts a more distant attitude with him, before trying her best to act as relaxed as usual. She kindly makes fun of him and then leaves. And how does Kara act ? She’s ill-at-ease because of man hell silliness and the ‘Mike of the interns” thing, she tries to play it cool and to force a smile, but she’s embarrassed and mad at him. But as soon as Lena leaves, she lets her frustration goes out an grab this stupid candy.

2x05 again. Lena meets Alex for the first time. Well, they’ve already met each other but this time it’s a different context. When Kara opens the door and she lets her in, Lena is her usual self : she’s polite, composed, relaxed. But as soon as she sees Alex, her behavior flips. She acts like Alex is an intruder. She tries to play it cool but she clearly can’t and she’s very bitter when she says “you saved my life” as a thank you.

Originally posted by nova-in-the-attic

(you’re not fooling anyone Lena) Also, look at Kara on the back (you don’t see her on this gif but you can easily find the video on youtube), because it’s important : she was taken by surprise when Lena showed up, you can tell her smile is a bit forced, but she got this and she seems more or less confident ; but look at her face as soon as she sees Lena’s reaction. She suddenly loses her confidence and seems worried. She understands Lena is misinterpreting the situation so she quickly explains by saying Alex is her sister. I don’t think she’s scared Lena might understand she’s Supergirl based on the fact she knows Alex, there is literally nothing that points out to that on this scene. So imo she’s just worried Lena would be jealous and she wants to fix things even before there’s any drama. As soon as Kara tells her Alex is her sister, Lena calms down, and then, Kara seems more at ease because she knows there’s no misunderstanding.

Let’s jump to 2x08 now, shall we ? The real Hank Henshaw attacks L Corp. Supergirl/Kara is fighting him and Lena rushes into the hall. She has already interacted and talked with Supergirl, she knows her, and first thing she sees is Supergirl getting knocked on the floor. She’s afraid because the building is attacked and the assaillant is strong enough to put Supergirl down, but you can also see the concern and the shock on her face. At first she’s afraid for herself, but then she’s afraid for Supergirl too, maybe even only for her. If Lena ever discovers the truth about Kara and Supergirl, I think she will find out because she feels the same towards both of them (whether you see it as platonic or romantic, once more).

The scene in this same episode where Supergirl asks for Lena’s help to find her mother speaks for itself. I think I have nothing to say : it shows how much they care for each other (platonic or romantic, once and for all). The only thing I have to say is Lena might not have reacted so sharply if someone else had told her her mother was evil…

And now 2x12 with, in my opinion, the most obvious evidence.  The last Supercorp scene has some blatantly romantic aspects for me, but I’ll get to it later. For now, let’s talk about the scene where Lena gets arrested. I’m lazy so I’m just gonna link the post I reblogged and you can read the tags to know how I feel about Lena’s reaction. As for Kara, she once more wants to understand and to protect Lena. She might be her friend, but it’s a little too much for ‘just friends’ imo. In this episode she’s going against literally everyone : her friends (even if it’s been pretty conflicted lately) ; J’onn, who’s clairvoyant most of the time, probably because he’s psychic (why didn’t he read Lena’s mind btw ? I can’t remember if they talked about that) ; Alex, her own sister, that she loves and trusts. She’s going against everybody. I know James says Clark acted the same way with Lex, but still. She seems to care too deeply to see Lena as a simple friend.

When Supergirl saves Lena from her mother, Lena’s first instinct is to protect her. I know she’s a good person, but still. She’s ready to physically interfere in the fight that’s about to start even if she knows she’s just a tiny human being with no super powers.

And last but not least : the last scene from 2x12. I’m linking you a post once again and I’m gonna add some stuff. Lena is teasing Kara for most of the scene. When she says she never had friends like Kara before, she stutters on the word friend, it seems like she’s not sure it’s the good word. Two options : she has considered Kara as her friend for a long time but now it’s deeper and it takes a new signification even if it’s still in a platonic way, or she’s not sure this word still suits the way she feels about Kara because her feelings have changed. I think the second option is the good one, because right after she uses the word family. This is not insignificant. She might mean that Kara is like a sister to her, or it might be something else… some people consider their lover as a member of their family, it’s pretty common, so family could also have this meaning here. But once again, the thing that makes me think Lena means it in a romantic way is her attitude : she says she’s never had family like Kara, and then she lowers her eyes and her face says “oh shit I might have just realized something” or maybe “oops I shouldn’t have said that, Kara’s gonna freak out”.

As I’ve said several times in this post, most of the things I pointed out can be seen as romantic or platonic. The reason why I now say this is queer baiting is this last scene in episode 12.

Now here are the major reasons why I said it was queer baiting :
- Lips biting is something people do when they’re anxious or… it can be done in a seductive way ! Lena showed multiple times she was relaxed in Kara’s presence, she’s not impressed or intimidated. So the lip biting is more in a seductive way imo.
- Lena’s heart eyes for Kara… her gayness hurt me sometimes ! Her eyes are burning with passion in some scenes.
- And the MOST obvious of all : the flowers. In the last Supercorp scene from 2x12, we discover Lena sent enough flowers to overflow Kara’s office. That is typically the kind of thing [insert male western name] would do to seduce [insert female western name] in a romantic movie. The writers didn’t use any ‘thank you’ they precisely picked the flowers, which has a very strong romantic connotation.

Most of the time the romantic aspects come from Lena, so maybe feelings are not reciprocal, maybe Lena is supposed, according to the scripts, to feel things Kara doesn’t necessarily share. Or maybe Katie just can’t help it ahah ! I know there are some tiny little details that come from her acting, it wouldn’t be on a script, it comes from her (for example the way she looks at Melissa/Kara sometimes). But there are other things, like the flowers, that are written on the script, it’s not a choice from the actresses to play the scene this way or that way, the writers made this decision.

I know we all have our own point of view, independently from sexual orientation, gender identity, or anything else, and if people don’t see and interpret things the way I do, that’s fine. I see some of Supercorp interactions as romantic, some don’t, it’s okay, I respect that. Plus, I ship Swan Queen, so I think it’s my fate to ship non canon couples ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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girlmeetshit  asked:

HEY SUNSHINEEE! About that jealous!Betty, I was wondering if you could make Sabrina observing both of them (in the start, to stay with Jughead and make Betty jealous, but she realizes how much they love each other and just love them together)

Yes ma’am! Here we go ~

(Also, A/N: There’s a bit of Dark!Betty in this)


Sabrina Comes To Town


Betty walked into The Blue and Gold office, glaring at the blonde sitting at the Editors desk.

“Hi, Sabrina,” Betty muttered. “To what do I owe this pleasure? There’s no football games for you to write about this week.” 

“Actually, I just wanted you to hear this song.”

Betty’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” Betty asked confused. Was this Sabrina trying to be nice? “Uh, okay… Who is it by?”

“Melanie Martinez. Heard of her?”

“Yeah. I’ve only heard a few songs.”

“Do you know Pacify Her?” Sabrina smiled sweetly.

Betty shook her head no.

“Perfect,” Sabrina murmured, sliding her phone closer to where Betty was standing.

‘Tired, blue boy walks my way
Holding a girls hand
That basic bitch leaves finally
Now I can take her man’

Betty bit her lip, getting mad as the lyrics sunk in.

‘Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?’

“What are you doing?” Betty muttered.

‘Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words‘

“Turn it off!” Betty growled.

Sabrina laughed and grabbed for her phone, clicking a button and stopping the song.

“You’ll get over it, Betty, once you see how happy he’ll be with me.” Sabrina said as she stood up.

Betty stepped closer to Sabrina. “You touch him and I’ll break your fucking legs.” She whispered. 

Sabrina took a deep breath, then turned on her heel and left the room.


Jughead knocked on the Cooper’s front door the day after Betty and Sabrina had their confrontation.  He was waiting to walk her to school.

As soon as Betty heard the knock, she was out the door. She couldn’t leave the house fast enough.

“There’s my girl,” Jughead smiled.

“Hey,” Betty murmured.

“What’s the matter?” Jughead asked, slipping his hand through Betty’s.

Betty shook her head.

They silently walked to school.

Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand, trying to reassure her everything would be okay without actually knowing what was the matter.

Finally, when they reached campus, Jughead made Betty sit down at a picnic table.

“Betty, please, tell me whats wrong.”

Betty was looking down, playing with her backpack strap.

Jughead touched Betty’s chin, lifting it gently. “What is it?”

Tears welled in Betty’s eyes.

“Was it that thing with Sabrina yesterday?” Jughead murmured. Betty had filled him in after Sabrina left the office.

Betty felt laughter bubble up in her stomach. She smirked, a single ha escaping her. “No. That bitch doesn’t scare me. I know we’re solid.” She muttered.

Jughead couldn’t help but smile back, squeezing her hand. “Then what is it?”

“My mom,” Betty blubbered, tears leaking out of her eyes. “She kept calling me stupid. If it was anyone else, you know it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But you know my mom - she just kept digging and digging. Telling me I’d get nowhere with writing, nowhere with the paper, nowhere with my dreams and-” her voice broke, cutting her off, tears falling over her face.

“Shh, baby.” Jughead enveloped Betty, capturing her in a hug. “Screw her, Betty. She doesn’t deserve you.” 

Jughead kissed Betty’s forehead. “It’ll be us against the world, okay? As soon as we graduate, it’ll be just us. Once she learns how to love you properly, she can have another chance but until then? It’ll be me and you, okay?” He murmured against her forehead.

Betty nodded, letting Jughead rock her back and forth.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make you forget all the terrible things she’s ever said to you, Bets.”

Betty sighed, pressing herself against Jughead. “Thank you,” She murmured.


As Betty closed her locker, ready to go to her first class. She turned on her heel, coming face to face with Sabrina.

Betty bit her lip, not wanting to cause a scene. “Excuse me,” Betty said as she tried to move around her.

“Wait.” Sabrina said, placing a hand on Betty’s shoulder. “I wanted to apologize.”

Betty scoffed.

“No, really.” Sabrina said softly. “I saw you and Jughead earlier… outside. I couldn’t hear everything - I wasn’t trying to snoop - I was just walking by. And the emotion you two shared… I just -” Sabrina sighed. “When I first came here, I didn’t have any friends. Didn’t care who I hurt. I just saw Jughead, was attracted to him and that’s all I knew. “

Betty folded her arms.

“When I saw the two of you earlier, I knew. It wasn’t some dumb high school relationship. It seemed real. So, I’ll write for The Blue and Gold, but I’ll leave you two alone otherwise.” Sabrina gave a small smile.

Betty nodded. “Thank you.”

A Night Like This

Pairing: Gruvia

WC: 1073

Rating: K

Well, it’s definitely been a while. Most of my writing inspiration and energy has been going towards an original screenplay I’m working on for school, but today this idea I’ve had in my head for a while slapped me in the face and demanded to be written. Inspired by “Night Like This” by Hilary Duff and Kendall Schmidt. Kind of OOC, but not too much, I hope. Enjoy!


It was raining.

Of course it’s raining. Juvia sighed and pulled on her raincoat. It seems like it’s always raining these days. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her pocket.

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When I Say Sick Day, I Mean it

Summary: Lena is sick, but refuses to go home from work.


Kara was just stepping out of Snapper’s office after he had dismissed yet another of her article ideas when her phone rang. She answered the call and had the phone pressed up against her ear in a fraction of a second after reading the name of Lena’s assistant on the caller ID. Jess never called her unless there was issue with Lena, and this time was no different.

“What can I do for you Jess?” She asked, working hard to suppress the alarm that was ringing in the back of her mind.

“Sorry to bother you in the middle of your work day Ms. Danvers, but we have a bit of a situation over here. How quickly can you get to LCorp?”

Kara swallowed and crinkled her forehead. “Is Lena okay?” With her super hearing, Kara picked up the sound of a hoarse cough and then the sound of someone blowing their nose coming from behind Lena’s closed door.  “Nevermind, I can hear her. I can’t get away right now, but I’ll see if I can get Supergirl to come and get her.”

On the other side of the phone, Jess rolled her eyes, wondering for the thousandth time how the reporter managed to keep her secret identity from so much of the population. She decided to keep her knowledge to herself and played along. “Thank you, but I’m warning you now, it may take more than Supergirl to get her to take a sick day.”

Kara smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

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Sherlock x reader- Kiddnapped

Originally posted by silent-micka

Well, this took a while to write up, i got writer’s block halfway through and you know how that goes. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Y/n groans, turning off her alarm, sighing she rubs the sleep from her eyes. The worst part of the day: getting up for work.
The arm around her waist tightens, pulling her to the warmth against her back, making her even more reluctant to move. Sherlock doesn’t sleep much, but when he does, he still wakes up before the sun…on occasion.
“I have to get ready for work Holmes.” Y/n says, wanting nothing more than to lay back down and fall asleep again, but alas, work to get ready for, bills to be paid. Sherlock’s grip only tightens, raising up slightly to kiss her neck. “I don’t care, stay with me.” he mumbles his lips brushing along her shoulder, causing Y/n to smile. He’s being oddly persistent.
“I can’t,” she sighs, removing his arm from around her, “Take a day then,”
“I took a day yesterday and that was spent solving a case. With you,” Sherlock grumbles softly, allowing her to pull away from him. She turns and kisses his cheek, he frowns at her, watching her with one eye when she pulls away and gets up. “You are seeing me later you know Sherlock.” Y/n says, slipping her arms through his shirt, just in case she goes outside and John’s awake. Spare him the sight of something inappropriate. Sherlock wraps himself in his sheet, turning his back to her, being childish as ever. “Are you getting up? I’ll make you tea before I leave,” Y/n was already halfway through the bedroom door saying this, and Sherlock lets out a half hearted “Yes,” the sound muffled by the sheet.
The girl chuckles, walking out Sherlock’s room and to the living room, where sure enough, John was awake and on his computer, doing something or another. “Morning John, You’re up early,” Y/n greets, smiling at him, “Oh, yeah. I had an early night –is that Sherlock’s shirt?”
Y/n chuckles sheepishly, walking into the kitchen, ignoring his question. By the time Y/n was ready and Sherlock had crawl out of bed, the sun was peaking over the skyline. “Okay boys, no trouble, I’ll be back later.” Y/n gives John a hug and Sherlock a kiss and leaves 221B.
                                                ______

Y/n steps out of the small French café, waving goodbye to her colleagues. London was beautiful at night, it wasn’t as busy as it would be during the day, it was cold, considering that autumn was rolling in. She pulls her coat closer to her body, trying to keep in the warmth as a gust of wind blows by. She pulls her phone from her pocket, scrolling through her messages, two from her mother, two from her uncle, one from Sherlock. She opens his first, because it might just be important. He had texted her twice already earlier to see how she was doing and to tell her that he’d gotten a new case.

We need milk.
-SH

Honestly, no one told him to get himself banned from multiple groceries in the area. She changes her route, turning around to go the other way.
After getting milk and a few other necessary things, she was just a block away from Baker street when it happened. Someone approached her quickly from behind, wrapping one hand around her waist and putting a cloth over her mouth and nose. With the lack of air, she couldn’t help but inhale the chloroform.
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Sherlock stood by the window, watching out. It’s been a hour since she got off, purchasing a carton of milk does not take that long. John watches as his flat mate pulls out his phone and quickly type something before putting it back into his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. “What’s bothering you?” He asks, catching Sherlock’s attention, “Nothing.”
“No. You’re worried. I can see it, what’s bothering you?” John sits up, watching Sherlock carefully. Sherlock starts to pace now, not looking at him. “She isn’t answering.” he says simply, as if it’d be obvious. John raises his eyebrows, he knew he was talking about Y/n, he’d seem to worry about her a lot since they’d suddenly become a thing. Which John figured out this morning when he saw the girl in Sherlock’s shirt.
Y/n would always answer her texts, no matter what she’s doing. So it only means that something Is wrong. Sherlock stops pacing when is phone goes off, pulling it from his pocket swiftly to check. It’s Y/n’s number, but it wasn’t her who texted.

She’ll die if you don’t come for her. She just might miss the train if you get here on time Mister Holmes.

Sherlock’s grip on the phone tightens, as he visibly tense up. Spinning around to look at John, his eyes wild, “Y/n…” he mutters before grabbing his coat and storming off, giving John no choice but to follow. There’s one place she would be, a place where no one would see her but trains still run.
Marylebone Rails.
He hails a cab, getting in, John stumbling in seconds after. “Marylebone Rails. Quick.”
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Y/n slowly wakes up, becoming painfully aware of the growing pounding in her head and the ringing in her ears. It hurts to breathe, she’s pretty sure her ribs are broken after she woke up a while ago and tried to get away from this goon. She couldn’t feel the ground beneath her feet, or more or less, anything, her arms were numb. Her eyes losing focus, as she stares downwards. “Shit.” She was suspended by rope, that was tied unto a thick metal bar, the train tracks below her.
“Hello there.” a voice says, dripping with polite sarcasm, someone’s footsteps crunching on gravel. “I have a message for Sherlock Holmes.”
When she didn’t answer, the voice continues, “Tell him to drop his current case, and I just might spare you.” She was low enough to the ground, if she could just wrangle out of these ropes. No blood flow through the arms, goodbye plan A. The footsteps move away from here as a train whistle sounds in the distance. “Have fun,” the voice calls sweetly, Okay Y/n, you’ve been in worse situations, you can get out of this one. The pounding in her head became too much, and her eyelids got heavy.
I’m gonna die here.
“Y/n!“
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"Did you think for one moment that my niece could’ve died?!” Lestrade says angrily, the volume of his voice raising as Sherlock stares calmly at him. “Of course. But she’s fine isn’t she?” the detective snaps, he was clearly frustrated over the situation. He’s quite aware that she could’ve died, they got there at just the right time, she was almost ran through by a train. Just Almost.
“Fine? She’s laying in a hospital bed with three broken ribs and a concussion, I don’t exactly call that fine.”
John was desperately trying to quiet them down, since they were standing right outside Y/n’s hospital room. And she won’t be pleased to wake up to this noise. “Would you please just lower your voices?” John pleads, looking between the two of them. The men begin to glare at each other, and if looks could kill, they’d both drop down twice over. “I told you to keep her out of your mess.”
“Well I can’t exactly force her to leave if she wants to stay right?” Greg was very close to losing his temper and knocking him out when a voice calls out.
“Ladies, you can stop fighting over the last pair of red heals now.” Y/n glares at them from her hospital bed, pressing a hand to her forehead, “I already have a headache to deal with, don’t give me a migraine.” John leaves to get a nurse, preferring to stay out of their banter that is surely to occur. “How’re feeling love?” Greg asks, leaning against the door frame, watching her carefully. “I’m good, just hurting though.” share says, raising one of her shoulders in a half shrug, the action causing her to wince. Greg walks into the room, “Who was it?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t see a face. But, they did beat the crap outta me when I put up a fight though.” Y/n chuckles to herself, leaving Greg to wonder how she could say that so casually. Y/n looks past her uncle, in hopes to see Sherlock but when he was standing was just an empty space. “Tell Sherlock if you find him. They said to drop the case, the one he’s working now.”
After a while, Greg had left, and John came back with the Doctor and stayed a little bit before leaving. Y/n settled into the silence of her hospital room, as quiet as it could get with that stupid beeping monitor.
It was much later when Sherlock came back, its not that he didn’t want to see her, he was just angry at himself, for getting her involved. And now she gets hurt as a message to him. Why does the people closest to him always get hurt? This was exactly the reason why he preferred to be alone.
She was awake when he got to her room, albeit very drugged up, the antibiotics the doctors put her on are very strong. “Hey you,” she greets, he walks in, pulling a chair near to her bed. She smiles lightly, offering her hand for him to take, “You’re blaming yourself Sherlock.” she states, narrowing her eyes at him. He sighs, squeezing her hand gently, “If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.” Sherlock furrow his eyebrows at this, looking at her curiously, and she smiles, “I should’ve stayed home when you asked.”

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Thievery is Unacceptable!

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1960

Summary: Dia is suspicious about what Mari was doing while the third years were at the aquarium. Whatever it was, it keeps squawking.

Link: (FFN)


“Mari-san, what exactly is going on here?” Dia’s eye twitched with restrained annoyance. Mari flashed her a big smile, putting her hands behind her back and shrugging her shoulders. A suspicious squawk sounded from behind her legs. She closed her legs together tighter.

“Absolutely nothing, Dia.” She dropped her smile, adopting a more stern tone. “You know, you shouldn’t come into a poor girl’s room uninvited. What if I had been naked?!”

“Eh?!” Dia faltered, startled at the sudden change in tone. Then she remembered who she was talking too, and all she could do was sigh and try not to immediately lose her cool. “Since when did you care about someone seeing you naked? And poor? Hardly. I came here because I was suspicious of your activities at the aquarium, and now I know that I was correct in my assumption.” Another squawk caused her to narrow her eyes.

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