sounds from a town i love

Literally inspired from this text post (x synthpop with only a few modern jams. Angst on, 80′s teens. (listen)

01. Shout - Tears for Fears // 02. How Soon is Now? - The Smiths // 03. Wishing (if I had a Photograph of You) - Flock of Seagulls // 04. Out of Mind - Magic Man // 05. Enola Gay - Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark // 06. Someone Great - LCD Sound System // 07. Don’t You Want Me - The Human League // 08. Midnight City - M83 // 09. Blue Monday - New Order // 10. Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds // 11. Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode // 12. Beginners (King of Town Remix) - Slow Club // 13. Tainted Love - Soft Cell // 14. Everybody Wants to Rule The World - Tears For Fears// 15.  I Just Can’t Get Enough - Depeche Mode // 16.  If You Leave - Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you came across any "arranged marriage" pics? For some reason those have really been my jam lately. Love this blog!

Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that fit what you’re looking for!

Originally posted by lovepamelucha

Arranged Marriage AU

Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon by OathKeeper, Explicit, 17k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri, heir to the throne, is in an arranged marriage with Princess Mila. The only problem is that Yuuri’s attracted to men, and Mila’s attracted to women. Oh, and her brother, Prince Victor, is really attractive. I’m obsessed!

Spring and Winter by MidnightCrow, Teen, 8.4k (WIP)
Viktor is the beloved second prince of the spring kingdom, Yuuri is the shy prince of the winter kingdom, in order to prevent war between their two kingdoms Viktor is sent to the court of his enemy as a peace offering, a husband for their own prince. Can flowers even bloom in frozen ground? Love this!

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else, and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well… that’s a long story. Great fic so far!

There’s a Rumor in Saint Petersburg by MagicalGirl15, Teen, 5.8k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, the prince of Saint Petersburg, now twenty-eight years of age, needs to find a suitor appropriate enough to please his father, the king, and continue the blue blooded Nikiforov line. What happens when he meets an attractive peasant in town and sees him in secret? Rec’d by a follower!

My Name On Your Lips by feelslikefire, Explicit, 44k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered. A/B/O elements, if that’s your thing!

born to make it happen by norgbelulah, Teen, 15k
Victor is pleased Yuuri has accepted his proposal of marriage. Yuuri is anxious they’re rushing into things. Matters are complicated when they realize they will have to convince literally everyone else it’s a good idea. Lovely fic!

King Maker by aquaselution, Teen, 7.8k (WIP)
Yuuri, Crown Prince of Glaciena and Victor’s betrothed, had been missing for ten years only to be found at an obscure inn in a quiet coastal town. But he does not remember Victor and he does not think he is fit to rule the Kingdom. Great fic so far!

Melody of the Sky by Kagami_Sorak, Teen, 21k (WIP)
In which Yuuri is an omega but ignores his secondary gender because he can and bitchslapps the alpha king more often than necessary because Victor needs to be put down from his high horse and they slowly fall in love while dealing with more problems than they need. I haven’t read this yet, but it sounds like a great fic if you like A/B/O elements!

{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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anonymous asked:

Omg imagine a drunk Harry on vacation. I can just see him in my head loosely wrapping his arms around the waist of his missus, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheeks and him just going on about how much he loves her and maybe even getting cheeky. ;)

Pretty much slouching upon her as she enjoys the Jamaican night-time by herself, watching as the lights from the hectic and chaotic night-life town decorate the horizon and taking in the darling sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore just a short walk down from the steps of the villa. The breeze in the air making her feel a little colder as it hit her bare legs, snuggling further into the lounge chair she’s decided to occupy and cosying deeper into Harry’s sweater that she hung down her torso. His head, with hair that was a little damp from his antics of jumping from the bridge of the villa on their walk back from dinner before they’d met with Jeff and the band for a night of cocktails and beer, nudged into his neck as his damp clothes come into contact with her flushed skin. Arms wrapped around her waist as he held onto her tightly, as if she would blow away in the breeze if he let her go, squeezing her and humming in content into the crook of her neck. 

Cheers and laughter coming from the group of men he’d left behind on the patio, on his journey to finding you, slurs and yells and impromptu dares being exchanged as they let the alcohol flood their body and take over their minds.

“You’re a little drunk, aren’t you, hm? Are you having fun with everyone tonight? Not too overworked, no?” She coos softly, raking her fingers through the strands of his hair, as he peppers wet and open-mouthed kisses to her neck. Suckling wetly with slurping sounds that tickle her skin, “no cheeky kisses or snogs, mister. We’re with your friends. We can’t afford to get caught. Jeff already caught us the other week.”

“They won’t care. Jeff won’t care either. He knows I like to sink m’cock into yeh,” he slurs out thickly, words rolling off his tongue and flushing warm over the skin of her neck, his accent much more prominent as he spoke that sent tingles through her spine, “knows m’in love wi’ yeh, too. Knows I love yeh soooo much,” he draws out, lifting his head up and nudging his nose against her cheek, “think they know that yeh gon’a be spendin’ time with me, havin’ naked cuddles in bed and havin’ deep sex on the beach.”

“I don’t think so, Peaches. Not with people around. ‘specially since we share this villa with everyone else,” she smiles, the aroma of beer and tequila and a little pineapple juice coming from his breath as he looks at her with hooded eyes. Lips tilted into a smirk as his hand comes to rest on her thigh, “Harry. I’m warning you. Stop being naughty.” 


“Maybe tomorrow. You’re drunk and very liable to pass out as soon as you hit the bed,” she giggles softly, “don’t need you falling asleep when we’re having sex,” she admits, cupping his face in her hand as she leans forward and presses a kiss to his nose, “shall we get you into bed? I think you could use a good sleep. You’re going to have a killer hangover in the morning.” xx

Walked In*



You and Joe have been dating for a little over a year now and you have gotten to know Joe’s family quite well in that time. You and Joe had decided spend a few days in Wiltshire to get away from the busy city life of London and spend time with Joe’s family. 

“What do you two have planed for today?” Graham asked as the three of you sat around the table eating breakfast.

“Not sure really, might just have a walk around town, Y/N’s not seen everything yet” Joe answered his dad’s question. 

“That sounds good to me seeing that we go back to London tomorrow.” You said sadly. Joe was right when he said that you were going to love the country side. 

“Hey we’ll make it back more often this year, I promise. I need to take more time away from YouTube sometimes and what better way than coming over to see Daddy Sugg.” Joe said patting his dad on the shoulder. 

“You guys are welcome anytime you know that and who knows maybe next visit you two will be looking at wedding venues” Graham said causing Joe to choke on his drink. 

“You’re just as bad as the subscribers you know that” You laughed as Joe tired his hardest to control his cough. 

“Cheers dad for almost killing me” 

“Hey it could happen” Graham said before taking the plates off the table and walking them over to the sink. 

The day was coming to an end and you and Joe were sat in a small restaurant watching the sun set through the window. 

“Do we have to go back to London?” You said standing and throwing on your coat. 

“I’m afraid so, we both have work on Monday” Joe said reaching for your hand which you gladly excepted and let him lead you out of the restaurant. 

You frowned at Joe’s words as you walked over to his car. You knew he was right, you had to go back to work on Monday and Joe had a ton of meetings. But you also knew that he meant what he said about coming back more often because, whether Joe admitted it or not, he really missed home. 

“Alright love, where are we off to now? Back to dad’s to chill or we can go to a bar.” Joe said once you two got in his car. 

“Home’s fine, I kind of want to relax, we can watch that movie your dad was going on about last night.” you said smiling over at Joe.

The two of your arrived home and quickly changed yourselves out of your clothes and into something more comfortable and then headed back downstairs to find Graham had already set up the movie along with a few snacks. 

You were woken up by a gentle hand moving across your cheek. Blinking your eyes open, you focused them on the tv screen that was now rolling through the end credits. 

“How long was I asleep for?” You said looking up at Joe.

“Awhile, you maybe saw 15 minutes” Joe laughed lightly as you sat up and rubbed the sleep out eyes. 

“Whoops, I guess the day just caught up with me” You said grabbing hold of Joe’s hand so he could help you off the couch. 

“Well then off to bed it is” He said kissing your temple before turning off the tv and following you up the stairs. 

The two of you did your nightly routine, brushing you teeth, washing your face, the usual things you did before you officially called it a night. You tucked yourself into bed when you heard Joe shout goodnight to his dad who was still downstairs before he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Joe climbed in bed and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

“Joe,” You managed to get out between kisses. 

“Hmmm?” Joe hummed against your lips, before he deepened the kiss by pulling you on top of him. 

You let out a small giggle before placing your lips back on Joe’s. “You’re dads awake.” 

“So?” Joe said running his finger tips over the smooth skin of your bare legs. 

“So stop it” you said pushing his hands off your legs. 

Joe quickly moved his hands back, this time moving them higher up your thigh, “You know,” Joe said looking down at his hands on your skin, “I really like it when you sleep in just my t-shirt” 

“Oh?” You raised and eyebrow up at him. 

“Mhmm” he said reaching up to connect his lips with your again. Joe’s hands traveled from your thighs to your bum giving it a small squeeze as the kiss heated. 

Joe fingers moved themselves underneath the lining your panties working their way back to your core. 

“Joe” You said against his lips.

“Shhh, you’re going to have to be quiet love. My dads awake.” He said sliding a finger along your wet slit. You let out a airy moan when he slid a finger in and out slowly. 

Joe flipped you over so you were laying next to him on the bed, your legs spread apart, his hand still inside your panties working at your core. Joe’s fingers slowed when you heard the stairs creak under the weight of his dad as he climbed up them. Joe pulled his fingers out of you and quickly removed your underwear followed by his own before moving himself over you, his weight held up by his hands.

Joe positionsed himself at you entrance and slowly pushed into you, your hand moving over your mouth to muffle your moan. Joe picked up the pace a little but still kept it slow to avoid any unnecessary noise. 

Joe had only been thrusting into you for a few minutes when there was a quiet knock on the door before it opened slowly which caused both you and Joe to panic. Joe rolled himself off of you just as Graham had fully opened the door. 

“Hey Jo-”

“DAD!” Joe said pulling the duvet up and over the two of you.

You tried to conceal your blush and laughter as you watched Graham jump at the sudden outburst and then realize what he had just walked in on. 

“Oh I’m sorry, sorry. I forgot Y/N was here!” Graham said quickly backing out of the room and shutting the door. 

You started laughing which caused Joe to shoot you a look before his attention was drawn to the sound of his phone receiving a text. He picked it up, reading the message quickly before rolling his eyes and jumping out of bed and pulling on some pants. 

Joe left the room, the sound of footsteps up and down the stairs and muffled voices could be heard before Joe finally emerged back into the room. 

He shut the door behind him before undressing himself again and getting back in bed. You looked over at him watching in the dark as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Umm, you alright?” You asked after a while of silence.

“Yep, dad just needed help finding something. We had a weird talk that I never thought I’d have to experience that ended with ‘I didn’t see anything by the way’.” 

You let out small giggle at the slight fear in Joe’s voice. 

“What?” He said turning to look at you. 

“I told you.” You said, reaching over the bed to grab your underwear that Joe had tossed to the ground. You tugged them on before curling yourself around Joe, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his chest. 

The next morning was weird. As the two of you got ready to head back to London, you could hear Graham rummaging through the kitchen downstairs and could tell Joe was dreading having to go down for breakfast.

“C’mon Joe, we can’t stay up here all day.” You said taking a seat on the made bed as you watched Joe repack his things for the third time. 

“Maybe we can climb out of the window, it doesn’t seem that high up” Joe said moving to the window after zipping his bag up. 

“You can jump out the window, I’ll be downstairs eating breakfast. Don’t call me when you’re hurt” You said moving for the door as you heard Joe groan behind you. 

The two of you marched your way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Graham had been making breakfast. 

“Morning Graham” You said taking a seat at the table watching Joe avoid eye contact with his dad. 

“Morning guys” Graham said placing a plate full of eggs, toast and bacon on the table before taking a seat himself. “So um-”

“Don’t dad, lets just forgot this happened please” Joe said going in for the food. 

You let out another small laugh as you looked over at Graham who looked pretty embarrassed. 

“How are you not freaking out about this?” Joe said looking over at you. 

“I just think it’s funny” You said letting out another laugh. 

“It’s not.” Joe said shaking his head. 

“This clearly hasn’t happened for you before has it?” you asked looking between Joe and Graham. 

“No honestly, you’re the first girl Joe’s ever really brought home and to my knowledge, Zoe’s never had sex here” Graham said trying to remember the past.

“Alright dad enough please.” Joe said looking over at his dad. 

“Hey fine, okay. This never happened.” Graham said putting his hands up in defense. 

“Thank you.” Joe said letting out a sigh and taking a sip of his orange juice. 

“Alright lets talk about something else. So when the wedding?” Graham said causing Joe to yet again choke on his drink.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5



The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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kelsiq  asked:

I've got kind of a bummer prompt if you're into it lol: Prompto's parents actually survived the fall of Insomnia but just never tried to contact him. How would the other three react if they found out? Your call whether Prom knows about it or not :P


Author’s Notes: Man, this was a GREAT prompt. It kind of broke my heart, but I definitely had a good time working on it. Sorry I didn’t get all the boys’ reactions in there. Hope this still works for you!


Broken Ties


They’re standing in the market at Lestallum when it happens.

Ignis is at the stall of the spice vendor, weighing out a packet of cumin. Prompto’s by his side, chattering idly on about the best methods for levelling up a character in King’s Knight. “Grinding’s boring,” he says. “So the trick is, you wait for the timed hunts. Then you just –”

“You just?” says Ignis, idly.

But Prompto’s stopped mid-sentence, and he gives no signs that he means to finish the thought.

When Ignis glances up to see what the matter is, Prompto’s gone absolutely sheet white. His face is slack, mouth open, eyes wide and staring. One hand gropes out to find Ignis’ arm, and the fingers clench there, grip painfully tight, palm like ice despite the heat of the day.

“That’s,” says Prompto. “Those are.”

His throat works; his face seems to be attempting every expression at once but not quite managing anything decisive.

Ignis follows his gaze across the market.

At first, he misses them. There’s something of a crowd, after all. But then the woman smiles, and the curve of her lips matches the smile in the photograph Prompto always keeps carefully folded in his wallet, and Ignis recognizes them for who they are.

They are an attractive enough couple, middle aged. Their heads are bent together as though sharing a secret. Ignis has never met them in person, but he’s heard stories: treasured childhood tales from Prompto, family outings dating a decade and a half ago, before the demands of their careers drew them away from home for longer and longer stretches of time.

Prompto’s hand, trembling now, draws away from Ignis’ arm. He takes a step toward the man and the woman, and his lips part, like they’re forming a silent plea, or perhaps a prayer. Then he calls: “Mom? Dad?”

They don’t hear him; the market is too loud.

He starts to move, like a man in a dream. “Mom!” he calls. “Dad!”

This time, they hear. Ignis watches as they glance up from their private conversation. He tracks the expressions as they flicker, there and gone: surprise, and then guilt. Finally, smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes.

“Prompto,” says Prompto’s mother. “Oh, my gods. What are you doing here?”

Ignis pays the vendor for the cumin, bags it, and turns to follow.

By the time he arrives, Prompto has his arms slung around the both of them. He’s crying – trying not to – saying, again and again, “I thought you were dead. I thought I was never gonna see you again.”

“It’s okay, honey,” says Prompto’s mother, like she’s embarrassed, and Ignis notes that the hand she has on her son’s back isn’t embracing him. It’s barely touching him at all.

“I kept calling,” says Prompto, and his voice breaks. “I thought – I thought for sure something happened.”

“You know how it is,” says Prompto’s father. “It was an evacuation; we had to leave everything. Damn phone’s probably still sitting on the counter.”

Ignis’ eyes flicker down. He finds the outline of a rectangle, in Prompto’s father’s front pocket.

It’s not the first time he’s felt this icy chip of anger slip into his bloodstream when Prompto’s parents are involved, but it’s by far the strongest. A wave of distilled ire rushes through him, along with the impulse to pry the boy away from them and take him back to their room at the Leville, where he’ll be surrounded by people who adore him.

Instead, Ignis clears his throat. He forces a smile, diplomat-smooth.

He thinks of what will make Prompto the happiest, and he says, “I’m afraid we won’t be in town for long, but perhaps the two of you would like to join us for dinner tonight? I imagine you’d like to do some catching up with your son.”

Prompto pulls back. In a sea of false smiles, his is genuine: wobbly and wondering, on a face still wet with tears. “Just like old times, right?”

Very old times. Prompto once confided that when last both his parents had sat down with him for a meal, he’d been seven years old.

“That sounds lovely,” says Prompto’s mother, as she extracts herself from the hug.

“We would hate to impose, though, if you already have plans,” says Prompto’s father.

“No imposition at all,” says Ignis, and his smile grows a touch sharper at the edges. “Please. I insist.”

There is a beat of silence, during which Prompto’s parents exchange a pointed look and Prompto, oblivious, wipes at his still-wet face with the back of one forearm.

The silence stretches uncomfortably long, and Ignis has time to think that if they break this boy’s heart, he will make it his own personal, private mission to enact suitable retribution.

“Well, then,” says Prompto’s mother, after far too long a pause. “If you insist.”

Prompto’s grinning again. His eyes are red and puffy, and the last of the tears still cling to his lashes.

Thank all the gods, he doesn’t seem to have noticed that anything’s amiss.

The NPR story on OMGCP features actors reading lines from the comic, but instead of Quebecois, Jack sounds very American.

@samwell-womens-hockey: Sounds like a fucking old western
@samwell-womens-hockey​: I feel like he’s gonna say like
@samwell-womens-hockey​: “What in tarnation”
@shipped-goldstandard: Jack sounds like he’s about to spit on the ground and ride off into the sunset on a horse.
@samwell-womens-hockey: This town ain’t big enough for the both of us


  • The first time Jim finds Joanna on the bridge of the Enterprise is when she’s barely 10. It’s her first time on board, and she slipped away from her father’s office to look in the bridge instead. It’s largely empty, since they’re docked in York Town, and everyone is enjoying their time off. Except Bones, who’s always working. Jim is no different, except he gets surprisingly little done in a work day. “Hey, Jo,” he says, and Jo smiles. “Hi, Captain Kirk,” she says, and Jim huffs. “You can just say Jim, that’s enough. What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see the Bridge,” Joanna says, “I’m going to work here some day, so I wanted to see it.” “Really?” Jim asks, “what do you want to be?” “Captain,” Joanna replies, “or a pilot.” “Bones hates both of those,” Jim says, “good choice. You want to sit in the chair?” He barely finishes his sentence, and Joanna is in the chair. She almost presses the buttons there, looking at Jim for permission, and Jim simply shrugs in response. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
  • Two months later, he still can’t open a Comms channel without duck noises echoing through the corridors. Whatever Joanna did to his chair, she’s a very good prankster.
  • The second time they’re on the bridge is 2 years later. He’s about to lock down the Bridge for the night, but then he hears those quiet sniffles, and he finds Joanna under Chekov’s desk. “Hey,” Jim says, crouching down in front of her, “what’s the matter, Jo-Jo?” “I’m staying here,” she replies, and Jim frowns. “What do you mean? It’s not a comfortable floor to sleep on, and no one will be here til morning.” “I don’t want to go back to York Town. School sucks, and dad will be gone for years.” “We’ll be back in York Town as often as we can,” Jim says, sitting down next to her, “and I’ll keep an eye on your daddy for you.” Joanna huffs at that, but Jim reaches out a hand to her. “C'mon,” he says, “lets sit in the chair and pretend we’re fighting Klingons.” “You’re so lame, Jim.”
  • When Joanna is 14, Jim is no longer just Jim. Not to her. He’s the cool uncle, without even really being an uncle. Hes more of a stepdad. Dad’s boyfriend. The one who rides motorcycles and takes Joanna with him despite Bones telling him not to, but uncle Jim has a nicer ring to it (and she flat out refuses to call him dad). They see each other on the bridge, but this time on more formal circumstances. Jim agreed to let school kids roam the ship so they can have a tour, and it just so happens to be Joanna’s class. “Hi, Uncle Jim,” Joanna calls out to him when her group makes it to the bridge. She looks a little smug at the other kids, who are perplexed to find out that Jo’s “Uncle Jim” is actually Jim Kirk. She’s definitely bragging, and Jim let’s her. “Hey, Jo, want to sit in the chair again?”
  • “Why are we here?” Bones asks Jim, “we’re on the bridge every god damn day, let’s enjoy a bar on the plaza!” “But look at the view,” Jim says, pulling Bones towards the window, and they overlook the plaza together. Kind of. The docking stations don’t have the greatest views at all. “You have a penthouse downtown,” Bones says, “with a pool on the roof garden. That’s a view. This,” he gestures outside, “barely classifies as such.” Jim laughs, arms sliding around Bones’ shoulders. “You’re a beacon of positivity, Bones.” He leans in to kiss him, but Joanna groans at the sight of that. “Gross.” “Jo,” Bones says, turning to look at the girl curled up in a blanket on Jim’s chair, “what are you doing here?” She hesitates, briefly, and then sighs. “Jackson broke up with me,“ she says. Both Jim and Bones are at her side instantly, and Joanna feels much better when the three of them settle on the floor in front of that big window. “You’ll be fine,” Bones says, running a hand through her hair and hugging her tight, “who needs a guy named Jackson anyway? And you’re going to the Academy soon. You won’t even remember him next year.” Jim’s a little less subtle. He’s on the other side of her, also holding her tight, but instead of sugarcoating things, he looks at her, dead serious; “want me to punch him in the face?”
  • It’s become a habit by now. There’s at least one night he finds Joanna sneaking on to the Bridge, looking out at the terminals into York Town plaza. She’s seventeen now, and looks so much like her father, it’s almost eerie. “Hey,” Jim says, walking over to the window to stand next to her. “I got accepted,” Joanna says, turning to look at Jim with the biggest grin on her face, “I’m gonna go to the Academy next month.” “That’s great!” Jim says, pulling her into a hug, “why are you here, then? You should be celebrating!” “I’m worried dad’s gonna be disappointed, since I’m not in medical.” “Are you crazy? Bones is going to be proud no matter what you choose to do in life,” he says, “come, let’s go celebrate, the three of us.” “Can I sit in the chair for a bit, first?” “Fine,” Jim says, “but for the love of God, don’t change the sounds.”
  • “Seriously, Jim, I’m going to diagnose you a workaholic or something. And still you get no work done!” Bones tells Jim when they’re on the bridge. York Town is quiet this time at night, only a few people still stroll the plaza from what they can see. “This is just our little spot, you know?” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “No, I don’t know. Are you okay? You seem more jittery than usual.” “Hmm,” Jim replies simply, and then; “ I was just thinking, you know? We’re also not getting any younger-” “Yeah, you’re greying,” Bones interrupts him, and Jim briefly relaxes when he feels Bones’ hands through his hair. But then he narrows his eyes. “What do you mean? No I’m not. It’s summer blond, just lighter than usual.” “What summer? We spend most of our days in deep space!” “Shut up, oh my God. Why do I want to marry you?” He groans, and Bones tenses instantly. “What?” Shit. “What?” Jim repeats, throwing Bones a nervous smile, “is that bad?” “As far as proposals go,” Bones says, “this one is pretty terrible.” “Oh my God,” Joanna calls out from the chair, loud enough to startle both of them, “you guys suck, get on with it. I didn’t spend the last few weeks looking at rings with Jim for such a lame proposal.”
  • Sulu’s temporary resignation is a pretty big blow. He’s leaving to spend time with Ben and Demora, taking a year to explore different planets and enjoy each other’s company before they’re too old to do so, and before Demora leaves for the Academy. Jim understands, but it still sucks. He’s learned to blindly rely on Sulu’s skills and presence, and Sulu is one of his best friends . He’ll miss him dearly. Jim sits in the captain’s chair quietly, looking up when the doors slide open. “Sup, Uncle Jim,” Joanna’s voice rings, and Jim smiles. “Hey, Jo-Jo. What are you doing here? We’re about to take off,” Jim says, and Joanna huffs. “Dad was right, you are terrible at reading reports.” “Hey,” Jim says, “this is your other dad you’re talking about. A little respect is due after so long.” “I’m the new pilot,” Joanna says, and now that Jim takes the time to look at the girl who walks towards the window. Command gold t-shirt, because she refuses to wear dresses. “You’re going into deep space with us,” Jim says, a small grin on his lips, “oh, your dad’s gonna love this.”
Goodbye - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hello could you do #141 with Jughead please ? 😶

Anonymous said:

143, 145, 141 with Jughead maybe 💚

Originally posted by riverrdxle

I hope you all like this! I think it turned out pretty damn good.

#141 “I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain”.

#143 “I have to leave town”.

#145 “Stay, please”.

As soon as Jughead texted you to meet up with him at Pop’s, you were halfway out the door; only moments before Archie had texted you that Jughead had been jail. You rushed to Pop’s, ignoring the sprinkling drops of rain, and found him there. He was sitting the the normal booth, ringing his hands nervously. You walked towards where he sat, gently touching his shoulder. His body shuddered under your touch and he looked up at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in a hushed tone. You scooted into his side of the booth, brushing your shoulders together. His lips curled together at your action and you were about to speak when your foot kicked something under the table. You moved out to stand and look under the table. On the floor near Jughead’s feet sat a large backpack, an all too familiar bag.

“Juggie what are you doing?” You looked back up at him and his green eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion. You slipped into the other side of the booth so you could face him, staring into his face.

“I have to leave town,” he said quickly and raised a finger to stop your speech. You stared at him, hoping he would elaborate. “After Sheriff Keller called me in, I just couldn’t handle it Y/N. Not after everything,” he paused, “not after my dad…”

You hand reached across the table, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. His eyes traveled to your joined fingers and back up to. You gave him a weak smile, rubbing your thumb across the rough skin on his hand.

“It was you that told me that we are not our parents,” you whispered, getting Jughead to look into your eyes again. “So just because this scared you, which I understand, that doesn’t mean you have to leave Juggie.” Your words struck a chord with him, since he had pulled his hand from yours.

“I can’t Y/N, the Andrews already offered to house me and I can’t.” You heart broke at his sad tone. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, kiss him, tell him everything would be alright. In reality you couldn’t; everything wasn’t alright and he didn’t have those feelings for you. You pushed your own hurt aside and focused back on Jughead.

“Stay with the Andrews, Juggie, please.” His eyes met yours when he picked up the desperation in your voice. He leaned below the table, grabbing his bag and scooted out of the booth. You felt tears sting your eyes as he stood.

“I can’t Y/N, goodbye.” He walked out of the diner and you sat there for a moment before you rushed up and towards the door. When you were outside, rain pattered against your body, but you could only care about the boy who was walking out of your life.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones!” You shouted, causing Jughead to stop and turn around. You caught up to him, looking up into his light eyes.

“Y/N, you’re going to get sick, go back-” You pressed your finger to his lips, silencing him.

“What gives you the right to just leave? There are people here that love you Jughead, what about them? You’re just going to leave them because you can’t handle it anymore? Bullshit!” His eyes flickered around your face as you spoke and you realized he was looking at the tears streaming down your cheeks. His hand reached up, pulling your finger away from his lips. His large hand held yours, but you were far too upset to notice. You stepped closer, pressing the side of your face into his chest. His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. “Stay, please.” You felt every bit of your heart ache at your final plead. All you felt next to the silence, was the rain and the feeling of Jughead’s warm body pressed against yours.

“Do you love me?” His words rang out against the quiet and you felt your heart stop for a split second. You pulled away, your hand still joined with his. He was looking at you with those eyes you loved and you felt yourself melt.

“Yes,” you whispered and you saw Jughead’s whole body relax. His hand let go of yours, reaching for your jaw. He pulled your lips to his, your hands curled up against his chest. You felt the tips of his fingers graze your hair and tasted the rain on his lips. You pulled away a little and Jughead brushed his nose to yours as if asking to continue. You pressed another kiss to his lips, smiling into it this time.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain,” Jughead mumbled as you pulled away again. You looked into his eyes and saw something in them that could only be described at love. You reached for his hand again, while his other hand reached up to your face to wipe away your tears. You looked up from your hands to meet his gaze. A soft smile rested on his lips when you met his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered, not caring about how selfish you sounded. Yet again, his whole leaving town plot was fairly selfish as well. You felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“I won’t,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” You stepped forward and he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. You would’ve done the same if it weren’t for his huge backpack resting on his back. He pressed his face to your hair and you closed your eyes.

“It’s okay Jughead,” you whispered, “I love you.” You felt him smile against your hair. His arm around your waist tightened, pressing you impossibly close.

“I love you too Y/N.”

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He said he wanted to see the world, it’s such a huge world with so much in which to do and discover. He said he wanted to take me with him, sweep me away on an unforgettable escapade, one worth writing home about in gushing, glowing words on picturesque postcards picked up along the way.

I told him it sounded lovely, but what I didn’t say was ‘Yes, I’d love nothing more,’ which would’ve been the truth if I hadn’t been too scared to tell it, fearing the implications and potential complications.

Now he’s gone globe-trotting with another, who took the place I didn’t take, who’s enjoying the sights, sounds, flavors, sensations, pleasures,…life…I foolishly let pass me by. And now I cry, into my Pad Thai from some takeout joint here in town, not even able to enjoy it because it only reminds me of my missed chance, my date with destiny that I turned down.

It’s not just the world travel and sightseeing I’m mourning the loss of– although that hurts hellishly–no, because I can still do that, the world will still be out there, waiting for dreamers like me to explore and unearth its beauteous treasures and off-the-beaten path wonders.

It’s mostly the loss of him in my life that I’m ruing. There will never be another him–some may come close, but not close enough for me. He’s magical, the day’s first sunbeams glittering on bedewed grass. He’s gorgeous, an inner fire that others stop to warm themselves at with his ebullient welcome and never want to leave, that creates this outer glow from which it’s impossible to tear your eyes. He’s intelligent, but never a smug, condescending know-it-all; his generous spirit keeps him from getting too high-minded and heavy-handed.

In hindsight, he’s everything I ever wanted and didn’t know I needed. If I would have thought to make a bucket list, if I was the kind, he would’ve been at the pinnacle of mine. 

—  My heart travels the world without me…

Psychoanalysis of the typical CSer brain & dissecting warped claims.

1) [Emma went to hell for Killian] they seem to casually always forget that five minutes prior to this decision Hook wanted to kill & send ALL of Emma’s family to hell. Literally, marked them for death & eternal suffering because he was vengeful she turned him into a Dark One against his will. Why, you say? Let’s pause & think of Emma’s background. She has SEVERE abandonment issues: her parents sent her to the side of a road into foster care jumping from one crappy situation to the next. Constant reminder of being abandoned over and over again. Neal betrayed & abandoned her to go to jail while pregnant where she HAD to give up Henry, had to. Graham then died thus abandoning her, died literally in her arms after she let him in, to care for him. Later, Neal came back, got shot & sucked into a portal. Abandoned again via magic portal. Then her SON is kidnapped two minutes later & taken to Neverland. Fast forward, Neal came back only to DIE & abandon her again in a heart wrenching & tragic way, in her arms (again) while he said “find Tallahassee.” Then there was a threat that the darkness would kill/take Regina away from her (more on that later). See a pattern? She had no control in every single circumstance. She turned Hook against his will because she was sick of being abandoned by people she cared for & finally she had the power to overcome that loss. She went to hell for him because she had it in her power to prevent that abandonment & fear of loss. It wasn’t out of love. It was out of fear of loss & fear in normal circumstances is a powerful motivator, even moreso in the dire situation of having to kill the dude you’re dating to save your family. She was distraught & severely traumatized by thst event. She clearly was not thinking clearly when she hopped on down to the UW. Evidenced by the fact that she allowed her family & son to come along with her. Of course, they wouldn’t let her go alone. They did it for her. She went out of fear of losing someone again.

2) [embraced the darkness for him] Hold up, did we even watch the same show? The darkness engulfed Regina, NOT HOOK in 4x22. Emma said that Regina worked too hard to have her happiness destroyed, then stuck the dagger into the darkness & took it, sacrificed herself for Regina’s happiness & welfare. If the CS meant embracing the darkness to save him in Camelot, well, refer to point 1 about her abandonment issues. It was NEVER about him. Fuckin alternative facts worthy of the Trump White House right there with that twisted view of what we all saw & witnessed.

3) [wanted to share her heart with him] key word *wanted*. Why? Refer to point 1 again. An orphan with severe abandonment issues. Of course she was willing to do that. This is Emma Swan we are talking about. She’d sacrifice anything to keep from hurting by the pain of loss again in any measure. The motivation was NOT HIM but her own need to prevent further loss.

4) [she is where he belongs] Stop right there. She’s not a car garage for Hook to park into. She’s a human fucking being. She is her own person. This statement doesn’t take into account where Emma belongs, where Emma’s happiness lies. It’s solely focused on his desires & needs. Just stop with that external boyfriend centered mentality because it is extremely unhealthy. Emma’s worth doesn’t revolve around what others want from her or want for her. Not her parents, not Henry, not Regina or the stupid town. Not her role as Savior or even Sheriff. Emma belongs where Emma wants to belong from within herself. Stop with the boyfriend centered shit because it sounds so abusive. His happiness is reliant upon her accepting him as a lover. NO. I. Will. Shut. That. Shit. Down. Every. Single. Time.

5) [he’s her true love, deal with it.] Yet again, as in point 4, it’s focused around him & not Emma. No, dear little CSer, he’s not the focus here. Emma is the focus. It’s evident in this statement that the CSers love vicariously through Emma on screen disregarding Emma’s past, past actions, personality & internal issues such as abandonment. The CSers focus on him, not her. They feel more connected with him than with her. They disregard her completely. All they want to see is Hook happy no matter what & Emma is the heroine & star of the show, so naturally, the fan base channels their feelings through her. They want so desperately to be with Hook that they toss aside the very essence of who Emma is & what Emma wants. Any CSer that claims otherwise is full of utter shit. If this show no long had Emma but kept Hook, watch how fast they’ll forget about Emma Swan & focus on Hook finding someone else to fulfill his happiness. In a God damn heart beat. In short, CSers are in-love with Hook/Colin. And when any human feels love for someone else we want them to be happy. Currently Emma is the Segway for them seeing Hook happy on screen. It’s sickening to me that they continually rewrite the character of badass Emma Swan to satiate their desires for the fictional man they love. It was never about Emma Swan for them. Which is sad because she’s someone all little girls should aspire to be - tough, independent, kind heart, strong sense of justice, bravery & great internal strength. I don’t care who Hook finds his happiness with as long as it’s not at the expense of our beloved Emma Swan.


Originally posted by tomshollandss

Based off of the request: Hey! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine thing about Peter Parker x the reader and it’s based off of the song Lost Boy by Ruth B and the reader is really lonely but ends up meeting Peter. And if you do can you please tag me? :)

Requested by @lyssathepenguin22

AN: This was so much longer than I expected… I got really into this one for some reason. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! xox 

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John’s return.

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader (Wincest), John
Word count : 2,183
Author : Mel
Warnings : WINCEST!, Smut, cheating.

Part 3 of The Winchester Curse.

You were sitting in a bar across from Dean, nursing a beer. “I am sorry Dean..” You told him for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Would you stop?” His eyes met yours. “I get it. I get why he did it. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re mad at him though.”

He sighed. “But not for doing it.” He looked down at his beer. “I wish he had talked to me first. I wouldn’t have said no, he knows I wouldn’t have. I’d do anything for him. I tried to talk to him before I left, but he’d barely let me in. I felt like shit, felt like I destroyed us for not seeing how he felt.”

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catja  asked:

ngl i was hoping you'd reblog the reunion prompts list, “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” au seemed super bellarke and also super your thing, slight preference for famous clarke but either way is great

under 2k it’s still good it’s still good

Bellamy would like to say he doesn’t care that his ex-girlfriend is famous. It’s not really a big deal, after all. Her fame came long after they’d stopped dating, high-school sweethearts who broke up in the natural way when they went off to different colleges. They kept in touch for a few years, saw each other on breaks and over summer vacations, but then his mother died and his sister went to live with his grandmother, and he started going home to a new state for breaks, and two years after that, Octavia told him Clarke was a singer.

So now he knows that his ex-girlfriend is still beautiful, still bright and just a little too serious and not great at being a celebrity, and if he still knew her for any reason except that she was famous, he’d probably call her up.

But it’s the fame thing, so instead he just keeps track of her as best he can without feeling like a creep. He buys her album, which is amazing, doesn’t actually follow any of her social media, but instead checks her official Twitter, which she absolutely does not run, and keeps track of all her singles and public appearances. Which is, he has on good authority, hilarious, because he’s generally the least musically aware person on the planet, and now he is an expert on exactly one pop-culture figure.

“You should absolutely call her,” his sister tells him. “Like, come on. It’s not like you’re some random creepy fan.”

“Yeah, I’m a specific creepy fan. That makes it so much better.”

“You guys dated,” she points out, not unreasonably. “Not that I want to think about this, but I assume you’ve seen her naked.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you naked is a great way to start a conversation with a celebrity, O. It just makes them think you’re threatening to release a sex tape. Which I don’t have,” he adds, quickly. “Don’t worry. Just–seriously, it would be weird. I probably don’t even have her number any more.”

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Only 19 Years Old- Auston Matthews

Hey guys! This is my first writing post, it obviously wasn’t requested. I hope you like it! 

Warnings: daddy kink, open talk about sex, spanking, smut

Word Count: 3774


As much as I loved getting dressed up, I couldn’t wait to take this dress off.  I had spent all day getting ready for a formal party that I was invited to along with my boyfriend, Auston Matthews of the Toronto Maple Leafs.   

I had my dress picked out for a week before hand.  A form fitting, floor length, black dress that had a plunging neckline, that was thankfully padded because there was no way I could wear a bra, and three-quarter length sleeves.

But my favorite thing about this dress?  The cut out on my right side and the slit that runs all the way up to the top of my thigh.  Thankfully it ended low enough that I would still be able to wear a new pair of black lace panties I bought just for this occasion.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 8: Waiting on Saturday

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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The rest of that day passed in a blur. Jensen had followed you back into the trailer, needing his face made up for the day’s work. He had a huge smile on his face,  you kept blushing while looking at him. You caught Jeannie and Jared sharing knowing looks, which just made you more flustered.

As soon as the men left, she rushed over to you. “Come on, we’re going to get coffee, and then you’re going to tell me everything.” She squealed, pulling you out the door, towards the food tents. You blindly let yourself be pulled along, still reeling from the fact that you had given in and agreed to go on a date with Jensen.

After making you sit down at the table in the far corner, she went and poured two cups of coffee before bringing them back. Making sure no one was looking, she leaned forward, her elbows on the table. “Alright, so what happened?”

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i know you like the back of my hand. i know you like the view from my window and my father’s phone number that i’ve had memorized since i was seven. i know you like the roads of this town that i’ve lived in my whole life. and here is what i know. 

i know the way your sleepy voice sounds. i know that some mornings you wake up full of laughter, and other mornings you barely wake up at all. i know that you use the same kind of pen for everything. i know that you are confident and self conscious all at once. i know you had a cat growing up that was all black and you loved him a lot. i know that you keep toy cars on your window sill. i know that you’re always hot. i know how you fall asleep. i know when you’re pretending to be asleep. i know you bite your nails. i know the way you speed when you drive because nothing in this world goes fast enough. i know you love space and that there’s still one glow in the dark star stuck to your ceiling. i know the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, or someone. 

i know you won’t ever light up about me anymore. i know you won’t ever come back, because i’ve never seen you go back to anything, and your mind does not change- neither does your heart. neither does mine. i know i still love you. i know i always will. 

Don’t You Go | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by farous

Request: From the prompt ‘It was a mistake coming here’. 

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description:  After your breakup with Jughead, you try to get over him but when you find out he’s planning to leave town, you have to try and stop him.
Word Count: 1953
Warnings: NONE.
A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected, oops. 

The cliche sounds of another sad love song blasted through your car speakers, the slow, sad song really speaking your feelings of the past two weeks. They had been some of the hardest of your sixteen years on the planet and nothing seemed to make you feel better. Not that you’d tried much in the first place. All you’d done was cry, eat your weight in junk food and listen to your favorite heartbreak playlist because that’s what you were dealing with - a broken heart.

For the past year and a half you had been dating Riverdale’s super sleuth Jughead Jones. You’d grown up together, being through everything together and that had only led to you growing closer to each other through every little thing until eventually you ended up together. It had been a dark, rainy night when you’d finally made things official. He was walking you home after one of your infamous Pop ventures, the rain pouring down hard when you had almost tripped over a rock on the ground. Luckily, your knight in shining armour caught you before you fell flat on your face. In that moment as you locked eyes with each other, the unspoken thing between the two of you became reality when he nervously leaned forward and kissed you. And you’d never looked back since.

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