switch it up you can call me he and she in the same sentence

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer

rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

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Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

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Originally posted by haidaspicciare

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The Promised No-study SAT Tips

I saw that a lot of you wanted these~ Disclaimer: You still have to know English and the basics of math for these. This goes especially if you’re not a native speaker - your English needs to be at a pretty good level.

General:

  1. Read. A lot. Whenever you see a text that’s at least a paragraph or two long, take time to practice skimming. If you’re bored and have a little time, take something, for example a food wrapper, and try to find occurrences of a word (for example “Acid” for food) as quickly as possible. Hard mode: look for synonyms.
  2. Practice filling out the answer sheet. This is a massive time-sink for a lot of people, so you should practice to eliminate it. Print out an example answer sheet and try filling out the circles quickly and accurately without distracting yourself a lot. Hard mode:Try doing it while not focusing only on the circles - look away or start thinking about the next question.
  3. Check. A lot. The main goal of this strategy is to leave yourself enough time when you’ve filled out an answer for each question when you’re calm, know the questions and can focus on checking. Try and go through the questions, thinking, “This question tests this and that.” If you have the time, look at each answer and identify the error in it (harder for the math questions, but loads of fun if you can do it).
  4. Think in patterns: Whenever you’re stuck on an example question, don’t just check the answer. Try and understand how the person found it, if this question is similar to others you have seen. The SAT only uses a few different types of questions, there will rarely be something to surprise you if you know the common patterns.
  5. Rest: The SAT is a very demanding exam. Give your brain time to relax - my advice would be not to do anything mentally strenuous the day before the test. Also, something I found out from competitions - bring chocolate. The sugar in it helps your brain work better and shrug off tiredness and eating it will draw blood away from your brain, effectively hibernating it for the break to conserve energy. Also, it’s just a really tasty snack!

Writing:

  1. Use the right format for the essay. There are a lot of easy points for using the four/five paragraph system. Introduction, Reason 1, Reason 2, Conclusion. Begin each paragraph with a topic sentence and follow up with a story from your life or a book/movie to illustrate it. This way, even without using fancy vocab or grammar, you can get the points for structure and critical thought. Now just try not to make any obvious spelling mistakes and call it a day!
  2. Try to quickly find an argument for the essay. They don’t actually rate how intelligent your argument is. So, take a minute or two, breathe deeply, and no matter how stupid your idea is, write it out. (You might still want to take caution with sensitive topics, especially if you’re an international. A dumb mistake I made in my first sitting was bashing on American charity - that definitely did not endear me to the proctors.)
  3. Paragraphs: You have to have experience reading - look at how the topic never changes abruptly. Insert sentences that link what’s written before and after the gap. Final sentences of paragraphs shouldn’t raise more questions.
  4. Sentence questions: Skim through the questions. Try to answer most of them, the first thing that comes to mind, and fill out the answer sheet immediately. Chances are, if it sounds good to you, it’s the correct choice. Do this quickly, then try and do the paragraphs. After you’ve done this, go back to the questions and start checking.
  5. They usually test for a few broad topics. Identify if each sentence fits one of the patterns and answer accordingly. For the others, try and think what error they might want you to make. If you know you have the time, look at each answer in turn and identify the mistake in it. The most common ways for you to change a sentence would be:
  • Fragments: Try and see if each clause has a subject and a verb. Example: “In the dim light, making his way through the cave.” -> “In the dim light, he makes his way through the cave.”
  • Subject-verb agreement: Make sure that the subject is the one actually doing the action and singular/plural match. Example: “Gathering stones, the river was blocked by the men.” Did the river gather stones? No.
  • Consistency: Make sure that something introduced one way is always referred to like that (don’t switch out ‘one’ for ‘you’ or ‘they’). Make sure there are no extra linkers (”Since I was there, but he went too.”). Check if any verbs change tense when they shouldn’t. Don’t compare apples to oranges (”His homework was as good as John.” -> “As good as John’s”).
  • Adverb or adjective? If it describes a verb, it has a ‘ly’. Example: “She winked playful.” -> “She winked playfully.”
  • Singular or plural? Make sure not to refer to a plural object in singular. “Pandas, numbering in the hundreds now, is an endangered species.”
  • Prepositions, linkers, all the small words Sadly, you’ll have to know how they’re used.

Reading

  1. Word fill: Note the answers that obviously don’t make sense. Mark the one of the others that sounds best to you (in the answer sheet, too!). If you don’t know one or more of the words, aim for simplicity. After you’ve quickly answered all of the reading questions, come back to these. Look at the relationships between the gap and the sentence - are you looking for a positive or negative word? Antonyms or synonyms to something before? Try and guess what unknown words mean. This way, you will probably be able to eliminate all the wrong answers.
  2. Reading comprehension: You are not tested for understanding the text. Keep this in mind. What you are actually trying to do here is quickly find synonyms. If the question asks for “Was Anna’s family a) warm b) cold c) the spawn of Cthulhu?”, chances are that the text contains “Anna’s relatives acted chilly.” or something like that. Read the first question. Skim the text until it comes to that topic, then look for synonyms of the answers. Don’t make deductions! If you come across a ‘general message’ or ‘tone of the author’ question, skip it and answer it at the end of the text. The other questions will be in the same order as the answers are mentioned in the text. Checking: If you have time, look at each answer and try to see what in the text could mislead somebody to make that mistake.

Mathematics

  1. Calculator use: My advice would be to not bring a complex graphing calculator. They just slow you down. Try and do most operations by hand, then use the calculator only for, well, calculations.
  2. Basic topics to know: You are expected to be familiar with how to rearrange equations (ab=1 is the same as a=1/b) and solve linear and quadratics; cosine and Pythagorean theorems; number representations of lines and their intersections; median, mean and mode.
  3. Solve like a crab! One of the best things I learnt in “Fun Math” classes was that problems are solved more easily if you work from the answer back. Try and see what you would need (in terms of information) to find the answer. Then look back to the text of the problem - is what you need there? In most SAT problems, it is, or you can easily find it.
  4. Visualise: Especially for distance or geometry problems, make a small chart of what’s happening. Make lines for the distances the cars traveled or draw that pesky cylinder. Try and see in your mind how different elements move and which stay the same.

I guess this is all that I can say for now. Of course, this is my strategy so it might not work for everyone or it might not work without practice, so don’t think it’s a miracle solve-all. I’m always open for questions about ideas or specific problems, just write an ask~ And good luck to all future test-takers!

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History Meme: 7 couples (1/7)
Hans Hermann von Katte & Frederick the Great

The story of Hans and Frederick is perhaps one of the most tragic historical love stories of all time. Hans was a nobleman from birth, coming from a long line of aristocratic military men, but even then he wasn’t high enough on the social ranks to be associating  with the likes of the royal family. However, this hardly stopped the crown prince, Frederick, from getting to know and befriending him. It is unclear when the two first met, but it is said that when he and the prince attended the same private mathematics and mechanics class, the two became fast friends. Wilhelmine, Frederick’s older sister, frequently admonished her brother for acquainting himself with those who were ‘below them’. This did nothing to change Frederick’s mind about the young lieutenant that had caught his fancy. Together the two boys shared a love for poetry, the flute and the French language. Based on their letters to one another, it can be inferred that they both spoke in French between them. As the years went on, Hans became the prince’s close confidant as well as his protector. In fact, the lieutenant was known to have stood guard while the prince practiced playing his instrument so that he wouldn’t get punished for it if someone were to find out and tell the King. The closeness of the pair didn’t escape the attention of the Prussian court and for a while it was wildly speculated that they were in fact, lovers. Some even said that they “behaved like a master and a mistress” when they were together.
In 1730, Frederick trusted Hans enough to tell him about his plan to run to Britain to escape his father’s abuse. Hans, although he understood his beloved’s reasons, did not support the idea of the crown prince abandoning his country and did all that he could to convince Frederick that there was another way. During this time, Hans was the only person Frederick trusted to deliver correspondence between him and his sister so Hans frequently visited the princess. Wilhelmine, who wasn’t at all fond of Hans, accused him of poisoning her brother’s mind with ideas of escaping, to which Hans replied: “As long as I am with that beloved prince, I shall prevent his executing his designs,”. When the princess heard this, she told the lieutenant that he was putting his life on the line even if he opposed to her brother’s plans. Hans simply answered: “If I lose my head, it will be in a good cause. But the prince will not forsake me,”. In the end, Hans supported Frederick’s decision to leave. Together the two of them, along with their dear friend Keith, plotted to leave at separate times and meet up at the town of Leipzic so they could go over to England. The night the prince was scheduled to leave, he wrote to his beloved: “I am off, my dear Katte. My precautions are well taken, so I have nothing to fear. I shall go through Leipzic,  where I shall pass myself for the marquis d'Ambreville. I have already sent word to Keith, who is to go straight to England. Lose no time, for I expect to meet you at Leipzic. Adeiu! Be of good cheer,” Unfortunately, Hans was held up at a town and was caught before he could make his escape. Frederick had a good head start, but he too was captured and the both of them were thrown into prison, accused of treason. Both of them were interrogated roughly and subjected to prisoner-like living conditions for months. Although Hans confessed to being an accomplice of Frederick, he defended his beloved’s decision and never once mentioned that Wilhelmine was a part of their plans. Frederick was said to have given the guards nothing but haughty, harsh and insulting answers, refusing to subject himself to his father’s will. When he did say his side of the story, his alibi lined up perfectly with Katte’s. Frederick William, the prince’s father, was so outraged that he wanted to put his son to death. However, the Holy Roman Emperor opposed to this idea since Frederick is the crown prince and the heir to the Prussian crown. He turned all of his anger towards the unfortunate Hans, who was only initially sentenced with life imprisonment. His executioner refused the command twice and even apologized to Hans when he was sent to escort him to the execution site. The young lieutenant smiled and replied: “I die for a prince whom I love, and I have the consolation to give him, by my death, the strongest proof of attachment that can be required. I do not regret the world,”. Frederick in the meantime was brought to an apartment with a view of the execution stand. He thought that he was going to be executed, but the knowledge that Katte was safe gave him a little comfort. In the morning, the prince was awakened and was forced to look out the window where his love was standing at the scaffold. Frederick attempted to to throw himself out the window, but was held back by the guards. “Delay the execution!” the prince screamed, “I am ready to renounce my right to the crown if his majesty will pardon Katte!” then turning to Hans, Frederick switched to speaking French and said: “Please forgive me, my dear Katte, in God’s name, forgive me!” Hans had nothing but a smile when he called back, “If I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them all for you. There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!” Before the axe hit Hans’ neck, Frederick had already fainted away. After he awoke, the prince became so ill that his life was in danger for three consecutive days. He was ravaged by hallucinations and nightmares and even refused to take any medicine. Frederick calmed down, however, when he was told that his mother and sister would die if he did. Days later, when the prince was in a better state of health, guards came by to ask him to write a letter resigning himself to his father’s will. At first, the prince refused but, feeling like he had nothing to fight for, he eventually stopped fighting and gave in. Wilhelmine mentioned in her memoir that for weeks, her brother insisted on wearing the brown coat that he was given as a prisoner until it was battered and torn, because it was similar to the one Katte wore when he was killed. Frederick remained in a state of depression for quite some time until he shook himself out of it and never spoke of Hans ever again. Through his life, he never fell romantically for any other man or woman nor did he participate in any kind of sexual activity. (All quotes were taken from Wilhelmine’s memoirs)

Jack Falahee as Hans von Katte Toby Regbo as Frederick the Great
Just Tattoo of Us

A/N: Well, hello there. It’s been a while. This request has been sitting in my inbox for decades and I’ve only just found the motivation, inspiration, and dedication to write this up. What in damnation. This one… It’s not my favourite, let’s just put it that way. And also, I’ve made Harley seem like such a bimbo in this so I apologise, it was just a writing technique to create a contrast. But anyways, this was fun to write, taking some inspiration from my muse in my RP’s, thank you very much, @thekrazykeke and @i-got-that-smilex my darlings, I love you. So enjoy this one, my loves, and I’ll see you next time x.

Request: Hi! If you’re still doing requests could you do one where the reader is Mr. J’s tattoo artist, the only one he hasn’t killed. Maybe have a jealous Harley in it.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight (sexual) violence i.e. choking, sexual references, light dirty talk, Cheater!Joker, Jealous!Harley

Word count: 2,166

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character) /  Joker x Harley

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again


          The bell dinged, signifying yet another customer entering the already crowded tattoo studio. Mind you, it was a Saturday at 1:19pm in the middle of a busy city - Gotham; to be exact.

City of Crime.

Has a ring to it.

Even though the dangerous city had quite the crude reputation to be… crooked, let’s say, she loved living in it. It was just something about living life on the edge - never really knowing whether the next day would be her last - that excited her and she couldn’t get enough of the rush that came with it.

Though of course, the perks also came with a few disadvantages, that many would say would be a little too colossal of a problem and would turn them away from moving to the crime-ridden town.

You know, just a tad of a turn-off.

She had run into - well, saw at the corner of a street and then swivelled in the other direction as fast as she could - many a criminal during her occasional strolls through the underworld.

Don’t take a midnight stroll on the wrong side of town, I’m telling you. It’s not a good idea.

There was one special occasion, however.

Meeting the one, the only, the infamous, Joker: Clown Prince of Crime - the ‘Jester of Genocide’, if you will - under the pale moonlight oddly drew her being towards him in some sort of way. Which way that was, she didn’t know herself yet. Maybe curiosity, maybe incredulity, maybe attraction, but she was certainly intrigued by the acid-washed man.

Now, the woman wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant, at that. She had acknowledged the presence of his partner in crime - his Harley Quinn - nevertheless, she persisted in trying to get into his circle of trust, to be his friend, in an obscure form.

You would think being his tattoo artist wouldn’t get her very far, huh?

She was the only tattoo artist within a 3 mile radius of his unknown location in which he and Harley lived.

I wasn’t kidding when I said the tattoo studio was crowded. How much do you wanna bet getting a micro-sized rose on your ankle is? Joker made sure she was earning as much as your standard lawyer or doctor in the city by taking the liberty to act on some pretty drastic measures.

Basically, he execute every other tattoo artist in the general area, to put it simply.

How sweet.

But as one can imagine, his significant other would be slightly suspicious, and that was to be expected when your man paid special and notable attention to another woman. Yes, jealously wasn’t exactly an aspired trait in a normal relationship. But anyone who knew about them and their past knew that Harley Quinn and her Joker were anything but ordinary.

Jumping into a VAT full of bubbling acid to prove your love for a psychopath who manipulated you?

No thank you.

Although, with saying that, the adrenaline-addicted tattoo artist from a family background was seemingly willing to do anything and everything but.

“I was thinking about a new lip tattoo, whaddya think?” A deep yet velvety voice broke her from her trance and snapped her back to reality where she noticed she had just been staring out of the recently cleaned, sparkling window, wielding a tattoo pen that was still whirring from inscribing her art onto her last customer - she had forgotten to turn the machine off before spacing out.

Quickly switching the it off, she swallowed before looking up at the blindingly green-haired man standing in front of the mirror and pulling at his bottom lip, inspecting.

“Well if you want it to say "P U S S Y”, count me out.“ She retorted with a quick wit, something she never really understood if it was a gift or a curse. Her sharp tongue usually got her into some hefty trouble more than a few times. But hey, she was comical.

Her comment earned a chuckle from him which in turn made her smile to herself. Making him laugh was always a daily mission for her. To see him smile because of what she did or said was always an achievement.

"That’s why I like you, doll. You always have some sarcastic remark. It’s refreshing. Hearing the words "yes, Daddy” and “play with me, Daddy” from Harls everyday gets repetitive over time.“ He sauntered over after checking himself once over in the mirror - vain bastard - and sat on the extended tattoo couch, now level with her, as she had been sitting in her spinny chair, whilst she discarded of her old rubber gloves and put on a new pair, the sound of the material smacking against her skin as she pulled on them.

"Oh, I’m sure it must be very tiring to have kinky sex on the daily, J.” She rolled her eyes as she used his nickname that only certain people were allowed to call him. He normally only allowed others to refer to him as “Joker” or “Mister J”. She snickered at the glare he gave her before continuing, not adhering the warning. “I’m serious! Ya gotta use the handcuffs, the ropes, the ice, the foreplay, the whips… I would imagine fucking your tailor-made girlfriend who obeys your every command would be absolutely tedious.”

His hands were around her throat and squeezing within seconds after she had finished her sentence, making her stand up with him and letting him push her back into the wall with a thump, a constricted grunt of slight pain resounding from her closed throat. Her doe eyes looked up and met his narrowed ones with only a few inches between them.

“I don’t think you want to know just how interesting I can really be with my toys, doll-face, so I suggest you shut up about my sex life unless you want me to prove to you that you’re wrong.” His threat was laced with a presence of sexual tension. The sensation of his fingers around her neck and his breath fanning her face with seducing threats that came with his body mere centimetres away from hers almost made her knees buckle from underneath her and she had to stop herself from releasing an audible moan of desperation and anticipation from thinking about what he could do to her right then and there.

The two of them must’ve stayed in that position - staring each other down with nothing but their laboured breaths filling the room - for a solid five or so minutes until the door to the room slammed wide open and a bustling bleached-blonde skipped in, the sound of her heels tapping against the floorboards jolting the woman held against the wall back to life and she tried pulling away, but to no avail. Keeping his grip tight, but not tight enough to cut off the airways, he continued to gaze intently into her eyes. His glazed over with a fire burning deep inside of him that he didn’t conjure with his girlfriend any longer.

“Puddin’?…” A mixed tone of anger, disappointment, and rejection was detectable from Harley as the nickname for her lover spewed from her red lips. Walking into a secluded room to see the man she loved with a woman she had already been jealous of, in a position she thought was only reserved for her in the bedroom, brung out the worst in her as she felt the rage bubbling up inside at an increasing rate. Ready to pounce at the bitch trying to steal her boyfriend, she was stopped by the voice she had fallen in love with.

“Harley, sweetums, I want you to go home and be ready for me for when I get back, okay? Daddy’s going to get a new tattoo and I was just in the middle of telling our artist here exactly what I want. Detail… by… detail.” The reply had a sickly sweet underlay to it which, to any typical person, could’ve been easily picked up on and scoffed at - something she almost did - but to Harley, blinded by her emotions towards the criminal, it was just another demand for sex which she gladly complied to every time. She looked past everything she had just witnessed only minutes ago after hearing the pet name she had been called, convincing herself that the man dangerously close to a woman that wasn’t her, still loved her in his own way.

“Alright, Daddy, but don’t be long. I’ll be waiting…” An exaggerated grin, accompanied by a giggle, was sent in his direction before she turned on her heel and walked through the doorway, shutting the door with a click after her.

Shoving his body off of her, the trained tattoo artist dramatically gagged and stuck her forefinger inside her mouth. She was amazed yet disgusted at the same time at how submissive a woman could be towards a man. Never in her life did she witness such obedience without question to someone who was clearly not right in the noggin’.

“You’ve messed her up, J. Like real bad. She worships the ground you walk on. She’s just your fucking sex toy and she doesn’t even realise it, thinking you "love” her and shit.“ A rant had been building up inside of her until finally it started to be projected. "I kinda feel sorry for the girl. She was a psychologist, a good one at that, with a Ph.D, and you’ve somehow manipulated her and worked your way into her mind so that now she’d do anything for you. She’d die for you.”

“And that’s how I like it. People in this city respect me, all becau-.”

“That’s not respect! That’s psychological torture and I’ll be damned if I end up like another one of your 'dolls’ you can have fun with one minute and couldn’t give a fuck about the next.” She didn’t notice but she had begun to yell with pent up anger flowing out of her, she didn’t even register entirely what she was saying.

She had wanted to be by his side for as long as she could remember after meeting him, as his companion, his partner, his lover. She had thought she could replace Harley and become his new Queen of Crime. However, after seeing what previous Dr. Harleen Quinzel had now become under his hands, she begun to have second thoughts.

“You think I would treat you just like some random woman I picked up from the club? Oh, no, no, no. You… are one of a kind. You’re unique… You’re mine.” As he spoke  these enticing words in a sultry manner, he came closer. Each step forward he made, resulted in one step backward for her until the back of her knees hit the chair and she fell back into it, now laying down. She watched as he placed his hands either side of her on the arm rests and wedged his knees beside her, crawling up her body until he was hovering above.

Her breath became uneven as she tried to stop herself from giving in and looking down at his crimson lips that looked o so kissable. “I want you. And the things I want, I get, no matter how. I know you’ve been wanting me since the first time you saw me. I know you touch yourself at night at the thought of me doing dirty things to you. When you’re alone in bed and your mind keeps drifting off to think about what I could do with your body. And I know how badly you want to feel full. You want me inside you. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke her thoughts aloud without caring who heard him made her cheeks turn a shade of red so deep she didn’t even think it possible and her core slick with want and need. The rough nature of his gravelly voice mixed with the undertones of lust and greed for her, visibly shook her as goosebumps appeared on her skin. Hearing all of these sinful words whispered from the mouth she had tried to resist earlier made her reach up to pull his head down as she just couldn’t take the teasing any longer, connecting their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

A growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted his body weight onto his elbows either side of her head and pressed his lower half into her, allowing her to feel what she did to him without touching him once. Hands moving to grip his shirt around his torso, she opened her mouth to grant him access to explore with his tongue before moaning gently.

Amongst all the fiery desire and passion the both of them were sharing, she had managed to remember a specific moment that had happened during his visit to the studio earlier before which made her pull away from his hungry lips to add her sarcastic rebuttal, as she always did,

Play with me, Daddy.”

I don’t need more than this...

this is my take on the evening after the wedding venue search…without interruptions… and maybe a bit more… (rated decidedly M) AO3


A few steps upon her deck is all it takes for Killian to feel grounded, the ancient wood beneath him welcoming him as it always has, no matter the realm. Fatigue from a seemingly endless day has him moving slowly, wishing he could go back to the start of it, to the first crack of dawn where he’d been nestled deep between Emma’s thighs as they’d made love in time with the morning birdsong. It had been more languid than the previous night, lover’s hands wrapped and probing as they kissed, nearly bringing each other to completion before he even slipped inside. He’d been unable to stop thinking about doing it all over again as he’d showered, quickly tossing on his clothes to seek her out in their kitchen downstairs. But then, life had intervened, in the form of Snow and his perfect morning had become just a tad less so.

Finding himself at the helm, he looks out onto the open water and lets his mind wander as he watches the moonlight dance atop the gentle tide. Marrying Emma here, while apparently impractical, is still what he would prefer. And Emma, the way she’d looked at him when he’d suggested it, he’d thought he’d seen agreement there in the sparkle of her eyes and felt it in the tightening of her hand around his waist. But then, life had intervened, again, and they’d been whisked all over town and found themselves making promises to wait, something he understands but doesn’t want with his whole heart.

For a man hell bent on revenge and misery for so long, he continuously amazes himself at his apparent capacity to chase happiness now, his course firmly set on a life with Emma no matter how long that life may be. Speaking of, the hairs on the back of his neck rise at the sound of her boots coming closer on the dock and he smiles into the wind, the damp chill ruffling his collar as he turns to welcome his love as she comes aboard.

“You didn’t have to come out here, love. I told you I’d meet you back at home if you called.”

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Are You Happy Now?

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Pairing: Archie x Reader

Summary: Based off “Are You Happy Now?” by Rascal Flatts (feat. Lauren Alaina). Listen Here.

Side Note: The other song I used is called “Just A Man” by Somo”.


Baby, just look at you now, barely holding it together. We’re so in love, but you gave that up. Just look around, are you happy now?

It was too soon to tell whether or not it was going to last. But you hoped it did, my god, how you prayed that it would. Expect that’s not how it turned out. Relationships crash and burn, they test your limits and give you all these wonderful memories, only in the end to haunt you with them.

Archie Andrews, your next door neighbour, turned first crush, which led to him becoming your high school boyfriend. 6 months later, he become another face in the hallways.

Laying across your bed, eyes begging for some rest after 2 and half hours of homework. You obeyed and leaned against the headboard. It was extremely difficult to not peer through the window to see if Archie was still awake. Most nights when the two of you weren’t suppose to be out so late, meaning grounded, he’d text saying to meet him at the window. You did, and the two of you would sit looking across, texting one another and not going to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Now, it was nothing. No text. No grabbing mountains of pillows, blankets and getting comfortable near the window. No staying up late. All that remained - memories.

You switched off the light and with it those painful reminders.

Archie POV

I saw her light go out. Apart of me hoped she’d come to the window, just like old times. But why would she? I screwed up, I am the reason why our relationship ended. Sighing in nothing but sheer frustration, I punched my pillow.

Eyeing my phone on the bedside dresser, it was far from a smart idea. Ignoring all the warning signs, I picked it up in my hands and clicked on Y/N’s contact, opening a new message. All of our old ones still there, but my eyes fixated on the last one. The message where we only had positive things to say. No screaming match, no arguing - just pure love.

Come to the window? - Archie

Archie, it’s 1:00 in the morning - Y/N

I know, but I promise it’ll be worth it. And if not I’ll definitely make it up to you ;) - Archie

Fine. I’m at the window, what is it? - Y/N

I love you - Archie

Only you, Archie Andrews, would wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me you love me - Y/N

I love you too. Now I’m going to bed, I’ll see your handsome face in the morning - Y/N

Goodnight, beautiful. Dream of me :P x - Archie

I remember that night so perfectly. It was day that Y/N and I said our first I love you’s, by accident, but that held no relevance because we both felt the same. The entire day I texted her I love you randomly. She responded with those 3 little words and I know I’m not suppose to admit this, but my heart skipped a beat whenever she did.

I was wide awake and couldn’t sleep, so that’s when I texted Y/N. Truthfully I love you wasn’t the only reason I texted so late. The other reason, I wanted to see her face even if it was from a distance.

Deciding against my original idea, I too turned off the light and let my mind dream of happier times.

Normal POV

You awoke to the pesky alarm that wasn’t going to shut up unless forced too. Hitting the snooze button, Friday had arrived. Getting ready for the school day didn’t take long at all, not when you plan all your outfits the day before. Wanting to get there a bit earlier than a certain red head, you settled for a muesli bar for breakfast and left.

Meeting the gang at the usual table outside, Betty had already saved a seat for you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?. Pop’s, a movie or perhaps we can let loose and attend a party, I hear Reggie is planning one?”. Veronica asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Exchanging a glance with Betty, you were both thinking the same thing. “Sorry V, but I’m just looking forward to having a quiet night in my room”.

Betty interjected, declining as well. “Yeah, and Jughead and I already have plans”.

“Kevin, you are my last hope”. She gabbed his hands dramatically, making each of you smile.

“As much as I would love to be your knight in shinning armor, I have a date tonight”. His eyes fluttered straight ahead. “Hey, maybe you can ask Archie”.

At the mention of his name, your body automatically went numb. Betty reacted by placing a hand on your shoulder. “I forgot, I need to talk to a teacher about an English assignment. I’ll see you guys later”.

“Wait, what? There is no English assign-”. Jughead stopped mid-sentence when he saw the real reason why you wanted to disappear. He bit his lip and watched, along with the others as you walked past Archie.

“Y/N!”. Avoiding eye contact, you picked up the sped. “Y/N!?”. Archie jogged after you across the yard, catching up in no time. “Please, I want to talk”.

Clutching the strap of your bag, it was almost laughable.  "I have nothing to say to you".

“But I have something I want to say to you”. His eyes pleading for you to hear him out.

“That your sorry, or that you made a mistake?”. The bell rang and the timing couldn’t be perfect. “I have to go”.

Archie POV

Jughad appeared beside me. “She needs time, Archie. After-”.

“After she saw me and Valerie in the music room? I wasn’t cheating on her Jug, I’d never hurt her like that”. Rubbing my face. “I love her”.

He put his hand on my shoulder, a remorseful expression. “You need to tell her that, Archie”.

“How? I’ve tried but she doesn’t believe me”.

Another bell rang, meaning that whoever didn’t make it to class on the first one was now officially late. “Then find a way to make her believe it”. Thinking about what Jughead said, there was only one way I knew to make her hear me.

After School - Still Archie’s POV

Everything was set up. Veronica and Betty were in charge of making sure Y/N turned up and Jughead was helping me set it all up. My phone beeped.

We’re 5 minutes away - Betty

I breathed nervously and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. “She’s 5 minutes away. Thanks for helping, Jug”.

He smiled. “You and Y/N are meant to be, so if I can help get you guys back together then I’m all in”. Patting me on the back, he left, wishing me luck.

The sounds of voices could be heard throughout the hallways. If anyone found us at school at this time, there would be trouble. But this was important. The gym door opened and Y/N came in first, Betty and Veronica no where to be seen.

“Before you leave, please just listen”. I asked her, picking up my guitar. She didn’t attempt to head for the door, that was a good sign.

I strummed it once, twice, and begun singing.

Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
Maybe "I’m sorry”’s outta line
Maybe I’m selfish, I should’ve tried
You know I lost it, but I’ve been found

I know I’m wrong
Baby, I’m wrong, so wrong
For letting you hurt so long
Ohh

And I can’t let you go, don’t you know
Whatever it takes, I will do
I’m down on my knees
Begging you please

‘Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world
I’m half what I am, with you I am whole
'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl
Just give me a chance to bring my love home
I’m just a man
I’m just a man

I stood from my chair and made my way over to her. Standing in front, being as vulnerable as I could, through my music.

But I won’t let you go, don’t you know
Whatever it takes, I will do?
I’m down on my knees
Begging you please

'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my world
I’m half what I am, with you I am whole
'Cause I’m just a man, and you are my girl
Just give me a chance to bring my love home

I softly sang the last line, she had tears in her eyes. “Y/N, I was-am an idiot. But nothing happened between Valarie and I, please believe me”.

Extending her hand, I was slightly confused. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you”. I broke out into a smile, she was offering a clean state. Shaking her hand, I replied. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Archie. I could use a milkshake, what do you say? Our regular table at Pop’s?”.

Y/N pushed back her hair and smiled. “I would really like that”.

Taking her hand, we both walked out of the school. We still had a long way to go, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get us back to how we used to be. Because I, Archie Andrews, only had eyes for one girl.

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by worldmagiiic

“How is the most beautiful girl in all the world?” Kiseok smirked knowing you would overreact for the simplest things.

You blushed hearing the compliment. It wasn’t the first time he had told you this but it never failed to get a reaction out of you. “Who are you talking to” you covered your cheeks with your hands trying to avoid him.

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Laconic (Kuroo Tetsurō)

Originally posted by shouyou-sunshine

Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au

A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)

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anonymous asked:

ok but think of the shenanigans dancer/gymnast Shiro would get up to in a game of Dodgeball. 'SHIRO S TOP' 'that's not how this works.' 'QUIT BEING SO EXTRA' 'I don't know what you're talking about :3c'

“Can we stop introducing Allura to sports?” Lance called, hands on his knees as he panted.  “This is the worst one yet.  This is school yard torture.  I object.  Geneva Conventions.  This has to fit in there somewhere.”

Shiro rolled his eyes and patted Lance on the back.  “It’s not that bad, and- oh, heads up.”  Before he even finished the sentence, a bouncy ball beaned Lance on the shoulder with a twang.

From the other side of the room, Pidge raised her arms triumphantly.  “Out!”

“I was resting!”  Lance objected, mouth falling open.  “You little cheater!”

Pidge only shrugged, picking up the ball as it rolled back over the line.  “You didn’t call time out.”

“It was kind of implied,” Hunk offered, and Pidge shot him a flat glare.  “What?  It was!”

Keith rolled his eyes.  “Out or in?” He asked Shiro.  “Before this becomes an argument.”

Considering, Shiro glanced at the other three, then at Lance’s pout.  “Out.  Sorry, Lance.  But you can switch over to the other side instead.”

Lance froze, mouth open mid-objection, then frowned.  “Then it’s all of us against you.”

“Mhmm.”

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😭I Like You Okay? [Part2] (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: An imagine where gray n y/n like each other, but gray is to shy to admit it. One day you guys got into a pretty heated argument over him acting like an asshole n he kisses you. You plan on going over to talk to him about how you feel, but you saw him hanging out wit some IG model on his snap. So you made out with Ethan to get back at him.

Warnings: Hardcore making out

A/N: Part 2 is here you guys! Like mentioned before, I got a whole bunch requests that I meshed all together into a little mini series! YOU WILL BE SWITCHING LANES SO HARD OMG!

Part 1 / Part 3/ Part 4

Gif creds: @thedolangifs

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Grayson and I were hanging out in my living room on our phones with Netflix on in the background. It’s been almost a month since his interview and we still haven’t talked about what was said. About me confessing my feelings or about him claiming we were just friends. He’s also been a little on edge lately. Anything I do he gets super pissed about and rants about it until I tell him to leave or I do something else to catch his attention. Recently I’ve been getting on dating apps and apparently Cameron Dallas, his so called ‘best friend’ found me on Tinder and told Grayson that we matched so he’s been going on and on about it for about 30 minutes now.

“It would be nice if you weren’t being an absolute jerk right now.” I said with an irritated sigh.

“Y/N it’s not my fault you’re being stupid! Tinder is a HOOKUP app not a dating app! Gosh when did you become so stupid? And to swipe right on one of my friends?” Grayson laughs sarcastically. “I don’t even know why you’re on that stupid app.” He says tapping on his phone.

“It’s nice to talk to cute guys who also think I’m cute. I don’t know Gray. Why does it matter?” I was irritated at him so much right now. “Besides he swiped right on me and have you not seen his body? Like damn he’s so attractive. I’d call him daddy any day.” I smirked when I saw Grayson’s jaw clench from the corner of my eye.

“Well I just think it’s pretty fucking dumb Y/N. I thought you were just smarter than this.” He sighs which pisses me off.

“Well I don’t know why it bothers you so much. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. So stop bitching about it or go home.” I huffed and continued to swipe left. After a moment of silence Grayson gets up from his seat and walks over and sits next to me on the couch. “If you’re going to lecture me I–” before I could finish my sentence his lips crashed onto mine hard. He was pushing me until my back was pressed against the back of the couch. His hand cupped my face while I turned my body to face him which he then slowly pushes me down on my back and climbs on top of me, not breaking the kiss for a second. He slowly started to grind into my body which I grinded back. I clawed into his back while his arm was pinned holding him up.

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I’ve wanted this for so long, but before the kiss could go any farther I pushed on Grayson’s hot chest which he slowly lets my lips go. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. We were both slightly panting from the intense make out session we just had.

“Umm.” He says before jumping off of my and standing to his feet quickly. “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” He then rushes out of the living room and walks straight out of the front door. I was still lying on the couch confused as to what just happened.

***

Me: Hey Gray…

Me: Hey can we talk about what happened the other day?

Grayson wasn’t answering my texts or calls. It has been three days since he kissed me and I haven’t heard from him at all. I wanted to avoid going to his apartment, but I really wanted to talk to him about the kiss. More like tell him my feelings and figure out if he feels the same way. I grabbed my sweatshirt and I decide to go over to Grayson’s place. I needed to talk to him right now. I walked down a few doors when I approach their door. 229B. I knocked on the door when I heard mild giggling then hushing. I knocked once more and a messy haired Grayson opens the door.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asks seemingly really confused.

“Can I come in?” I asked trying to peek in the door. Grayson moves his body to block my view of inside his apartment. I give him a confused look which he returns with a scowl.

“Ethan your friend is here!” Grayson hollers looking behind himself. He doesn’t even try to look at me again. He goes back in his apartment at which I noticed someone in there.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Ethan asks, but I stood frozen. Grayson was sitting on the couch with Sophie. He kissed her forehead which she started to giggle. I heard her ask him who I was.

“Some friend of Ethan’s.” He responds as he wraps his arm around her. I stood there in absolute shock. Now he’s not even saying we are friends or anything. Is he fucking serious right now?

“Hey Ethan can you come to my apartment tonight? I have a date and I need a guy’s opinion on what to wear.” I said at which Grayson turned his head towards me as Sophie tried to give him a kiss. “Yeah Cameron and I are going out tonight and I don’t know what to wear.” I said smirking.

“Yeah no problem!” Ethan exclaims as he shuts the door and we go back to my apartment. I fiddled with my keys attempting to unlock my door. “So you saw Sophie didn’t you?” Ethan’s words cut through me. I swallowed before turning the knob on my door. We walk inside and Ethan flips on the light. “Y/N talk to me. Look I know Gray has been acting weird, but–”

“No Ethan! No buts! Grayson doesn’t have feelings for me. He doesn’t like me or anything! We aren’t even friends anymore. Did he tell you what happened the other day? He made out with me. Yeah right on that fucking couch.” I groaned as the memories came flooding back. The way he pushed me on my back as he climbed on top of me. The way his body was in between my thighs. He kissed me just how I liked it and now he’s acting like nothing ever happened between us.

“No he didn’t!” Ethan exclaims and turns my body to face him. “That’s the one thing I hate about Gray. He does this shit to all the girls he has feelings for. It pisses me off that he does this to the greatest girl’s and he doesn’t even see it.” Ethan’s hands were gripping my shoulder tightly. I looked him in the eyes and noticed his jaw was clenched and his jaw tightened as he swallowed. I saw his eyes narrow to my lips then back to me. I knew what he was thinking and I wanted him to do it. I needed him to do it. I needed to get over Grayson. He doesn’t like me. He doesn’t have feelings for me. I need to get over him. “Y/N…” Ethan trails off as his lips inch closer to mine. His hand cups my chin as his lips gently brush against mine. 

“Do it.” I whispered and his lips clashed to mine roughly. He pushes my body against the door as he continues kissing me. Damn he was a good kisser. Maybe even a better one than Grayson. His lips move from my lips to my neck at which I let out a small moan

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“Ethan.” I moaned and his hands gripped my waist tightly. He continues to suck my neck harshly while his large hands pinned my waist against the wall. He reconnects his lips to mine as I kiss him back gripping his shoulders. My hand slips to the back of his head as my fingers tangle in his hair. I push him closer to me as I feel his body press harder into mine.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Ethan pants as he rests his forehead on mine before kissing my collarbone softly. This was more than okay. I was beyond thankful for this right now. I didn’t even think about Gray. All I wanted right now was Ethan. Ethan was always there for me and he put up with all my bullshit which he didn’t have to.

“I’ll show you.” I said pushing Ethan back. I take his hand and I lead Ethan down the hallway to my room. Ethan bites his bottom while he presses his forehead against mine. I peel his shirt off of him revealing his toned body. I softly press my lips to his as my hands run down his bare torso. His hand cups behind my ear as he presses his lips to mine harder. I lie down on my bed as Ethan follows.

“I don’t think it’s fair I’m the only one half naked.” Ethan giggles as I hold my arms up as he slides my shirt off and quickly following with a kiss.

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He softly grinds into me and I know full what’s going to happen and I have no intention of stopping anything from happening. Ethan was better than Grayson in so many ways. Better kisser, gentler, and he gives me the attention I deserve. I feel his hand slid down and slightly grazes over my butt and he gives my body a push so I’m at a better angle for him to kiss me deeper as he grinds into my body. I grinded back as I pulled him down closer to me. I suddenly catch myself as I claw into his shoulder. Ethan’s hand swiftly unbuttons my jeans as he grinds harder. I feel his boner through his sweatpants. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and tugs gently.

“Ethan.” I moaned as I grinded back into him as his lips attached to my neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from my jaw to my collarbone and so on. I can feel little bruises being created from his kisses.

“Ethan?” We both stopped and looked at each other. “Y/N?” I quickly recognized the voice as Grayson’s.

“Just a second Gray!” I shouted as Ethan jumps off and looks on the floor for his shirt. I buttoned my jeans back and helped E look for his shirt.

“Actually I’m…” Grayson trails off when he sees Ethan and I. Ethan was midway putting his shirt on while I was still on the ground. “What the hell is this?!” Grayson blows up. “I can’t believe this! First you’re kissing me and then you’re kissing my brother all before you go on a date with Cameron? Wow Y/N.” Grayson then turns to Ethan. “And you! Letting her do this? I can’t believe the both of you.” Grayson throws his arms up in anger.

“Gray listen it–” He cuts Ethan off.

“No I won’t listen! This is such bullshit!” He shouts before leaving my room. I run after him.

“No you will listen! I’ve done nothing wrong! You said we were just friends so this is what just friends do! Don’t act all innocent, you kissed me remember?” I shouted. I was so frustrated right now to the point I just wanted to cry and keep screaming at him. Grayson slowly turns towards me. He was by the front door as his hand was ready to turn the knob.

“Obviously it was to make you feel better. Remember you’re not even my type. I like a woman with class and that’s not you. And you should have known we were never just friends.” Grayson looks up at me with an angry scowl. I gulped as I waited for what he was going to say next. “We were never even friends. You and Ethan are friends and I guess something more.” Grayson words feel like a thousand knives had just been stabbed into my back. “You were right about one thing Y/N.” Grayson opens the door as he just about walks out.

“And what’s that?” I choked out, but tried not to cry. He smirks and looks back to me.

“I did kiss you the other day. Want to know why?” I knew he was going to hurt me. He licks his lips and chuckles. “I was hoping I could get some, but when you pushed me away I knew for a fact you weren’t my type. You weren’t worth it anymore.” I cover my face with my hands. I didn’t want Grayson to see me cry.

“Dude leave!” I heard Ethan shout down the hall as he runs to the living room.

“Gladly.” Grayson says as he slams my door shut. I feel Ethan pull me into a hug which I just cried into his shirt. 

WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.

now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.

SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.

Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)

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You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.

You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.

You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)

You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.

Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.

Flashback.

You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.

Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.

“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.

“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.

You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.

“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.

You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.

You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.

“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.

You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.

It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.

He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.

Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.

At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.

“Who are they to you?”

Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.

“They’re my family.”

You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.

When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.

When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.

“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.

You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.

“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.

“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.

You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.

“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.

“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.

“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.

Flashback over

You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.

You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.

“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.

4 months later in midway city

You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.

You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.

You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.

You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.

You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.

Meanwhile in Gotham

“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.

“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.

Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”

They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.

When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.

Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.

“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.

Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.

A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.

“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.

“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.

“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.

“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.

“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.

“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.

“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.

“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.

Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.

After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Gotham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.

“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.

“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.

“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.

They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.

“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.

“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.

“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.

He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.

“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.

They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.

“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.

“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.

“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.

“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
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@Elysianno part 4 COMING SOON
Teachers

[Music teacher]

I was in middle school, it was a music class and we had to pass a flute test individually.
During my turn, I made a mistake, cursed, then continued, hopping that I’ll do the rest right, and I did. I had everything right exept that one note and I felt like I was so close to succeed, I looked down.
Then My teacher said:

“It was really good! You made no false notes, you have the rythm, it’s a 10/10 score for me.”

I looked up at her a little surprised.

“But I’ve made a mistake.”

“Yes, but you didn’t stop here, you quickly continued anyway. That’s what matters.”

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[Technology teacher]

The next year, I had that technology teacher who was a big nerd of Citroën 2cv cars. At that time, I began to felt out of space, different. I had dysphoria, but as I had no idea that thing existed, I had no idea why I felt different. It was just a weird period for me.

Then one day after class, every student left but the teacher called me, asking me to stay sit, so I did.
He then sat next to me, looked at me and said.

“Are you alright ?”

I was surprised he asked me that. I said nothing and he continued, telling me I looked sad and distant from others, that he was worrying.
And suddenly I just started crying.
Nobody ever told me that before, I had no idea myself that I was, yeah, unhappy. I never cried in school, never had a fight, I was just shy and reserved. But that teacher saw that something was wrong when nobody did, not even myself.

And even if he didn’t know what was going on, even if I never really talked to him, he often stayed with me after class, telling me everything was going to be okay as I cried.


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[History teacher]

First year of hight school, I was really depressed. Still not knowing what was making me feel that way. I started to harm myself to get out of the frustration, and maybe to call for help as I was beeing bullied by many different people, including my french teacher, because I had blue hair and was really shy.

At that time I began to lose interrest in school, I wasn’t working at all anymore, I never studied, and one day we had to take a History test. I started writing a letter to the teacher instead of writing down the answers because obviously I didn’t know any of them.

So I just started writing non-senses, including that I wished I could copy on my neighbour but how I remembered he wasn’t the best either. How I would end up alone in a house with twelve cats, one for every Kights of the Zodiac.
It was just funny things running throught my mind at this moment. Then I gave that to the teacher at the end of the class as my test.

When she gave back our copies the next week, I had a surprise. She actually responded to my silly letter. She responded to everything I had written down, saying I was beeing mean to my neighbour with a “XD”, then that twelve cat was a good number because if I inclued a female Athena one, they would fight for her.

She was just beeing as silly as I was. Then at the end, she wrote.

“That was really fun to read! It gave me a nice break from all that work. But I don’t want you to give up at school, I saw what you did before, and I know you can do it. Don’t give up!”

At the end of the class she waited for me, then offered me a text book with a pretty picture as a cover. She said I should keep writing.


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[Nurse]

The next year. It was the hardest time of my school years. I still hadn’t found that who I was, I was switching my sexual orientation and identities every so often, and I was heartbroke by a very destructive love story. All of that eventually sent me to the hospital.

When I came back, nothing changed even if I thought it would. I began to skip classes, I lost almost all my friends, and I was beeing harrased by a crazy girl, among the usuall bullying.

I had stoped sleeping properly, I had lost weight, and that day, I really wasn’t feeling like passing that test. So I went to the nursery, hoping I could fake an illness.

The nurse gave me pills and food, I faked the fact that I swallowed the pills then she told me to go rest in the bed behind the room we were in.

The following days I tried again, and she always was allowing me to skip classes, with pills and food and a bed. I was taking advantage of her kindness, but at the same time, everything was so quiet, and peacefull, I was alone, I could listen to music and sleep. I felt safe.

Then one day, I came back again, telling the same things, but this time she sighted and told me:

You can’t continue like this.”

I thought I was going to be kicked out.


“You can’t just came here and skip class. You have to talk to me now.”

But she just wanted to help me better.
And she did.
I continued to come to the nuresery, but this time, to talk with her. And eventually, I didn’t need to come back at all.

The rest of the years, each time we saw each other, we smiled and waved.


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[English teacher]

The last year of hight school, we had a new english teacher. I was in a Engineer class, so the level of our english lessons were very low. As I grew up with english songs and video games, I was bored. (nb: I’m french, english isn’t my native language)
I never listened in class, never participated, and I could clearly see that our teacher didn’t really like me or my attitude.    

One day I was just scribbling on my book, not paying attention at all until the teacher called my name. I looked up, she was asking me to read a sentence written on the blackboard, apparently it was a phonetic lesson, and she saw that I was not paying attention and gave me that mean look, hopping that I would failed to teach me a lesson.

But I didn’t. As I pronounced the sentence right with a fluent accent (I surprised myself a little, I wouldn’t lie)  she oppened her eyes wide and said with a smile:


“That was perfect!”

Then she moved on.
The next days she gave me a bunch of lessons she had prepared for her last year students from the Expand English class. Then I started having fun and learning things again.

At the end of the year, when final exams were done, she saw me arriving and quickly wen to me and asked what score I had at the english test. I told her I had 20/20.
She raised her fists in the sky and screamed a “YES!” of relief.

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I often remember them. I was very lucky to have them all, and I know that.
When I hear students complaining about their teachers for free, saying that they all don’t care anyway, I silently got mad.
I saw teacher crying because of their students. I saw teacher beeing bullied.

You know kids, some of them are really here to help you and make you grow.



don’t ignore me ever again

Originally posted by narniajagkommernu


A/N: yet another JB scenario,, someone stop me please (⋟﹏⋞)

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genre: angst (??) and fluff

word count: 2242

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Confident

tiny bit of smut mentioned, but overall just fluffy goodness.

word count almost at 3,000 eek I typically average out at 1,200 so wowee hope you enjoy


“Garcia, oh my god, don’t make me punch you. I will punch you,” you threaten your friend as she laughs evilly. No cases means she’s crashing your desk in the bullpen to distract you from your paperwork, as per usual. You roll your eyes as she continues laughing to herself, just flipping through some files and trying to ignore her teasing.

Okay, fine, so you had a one night stand, so what? You’re allowed. It’s a thing people do. You’re a person. Who cares if you woke up in the middle of the night and had to kick a stranger out of your bed for snoring? Sex is sex, plain and simple.

“Ohh, how cute? I want a rating, scale of one to ten,” Garcia demands, and you send her yet another glare. Thankfully, Reid walks in, giving you a distraction.

“Reid! Save me!” You cry, mockingly reaching out for him. He smiles, but furrows his brows in confusion. A couple glances between a smirking Garcia and a helpless you give away the situation, though.

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More Than Just A Boss (Taemin AU) Pt.1

Type: Angst Fluff

Summary: The overly handsome boss, Lee Taemin has always put his work first. It cost him his marriage to his supermodel which he didn’t mind, his ex-wife wasn’t his favorite person. But put a stress on his bonding with his baby daughter. Which might truly not be his thanks to his ex-wife’s naughty habits. He finds himself getting more and more attracted to his adorable, hard working, sometimes cocky, and savage secretary/nanny who had always been by his side since the company went big.

Y/N L/N the overworked but optimistic with everything works for Lee Taemin and even got on a first name basis with her boss. He always seems kinder to her than his other workers. She’s stolen the heart of her handsome boss who wants to make her more than just a worker in the future. They bonded more over his daughter to the point he wants to fight for full custody after his ex injures their daughter and asks her to quit her job to help raise his daughter switching her payroll from secretary to nanny.

A deep sigh left your lips. Your eyes drifted to the clock as you saw the minutes ticking away, it was nearly 12 in the morning and you were still at work. Sliding off your suit jacket you shifted your head from side to side trying to crack your neck. The recent divorce of your boss from his overly perfect model ex wife had made him throw himself into his work which threw everyone else into their’s as well. You were his assistant for the most part but all you had been doing recently is working on paperwork that was overly confusing. He would sit a large stack of work on your desk in the morning and you would be stuck working on them the whole day.

The door to the conference room opened making you look up to see your friend and coworker Soohyeon there “aren’t you done? I’m heading home now” she told you as you sighed. “No I’ll go when I finish” you tell her as you wave her off. After 20 minutes you let out a yawn and rubbed your eyes before you knew it your head was laying on the table and your eyes started closing.

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“I don’t care Yeoeun. Hajoon is mine for the week-” he stopped mid sentence as he saw from the clear glass wall that you were passed out. “Just bring my son to the office tomorrow or we’ll have serious problems” he said ending the call as he headed into the conference room. He looked at you closely seeing that you were wearing the same clothing from yesterday. He sighed realizing he had made you sleep at the office. He reached over and shook you lightly. You head shot up as you tore a paper from your cheek and sighed. “What time is it?” you ask checking your watch panicking as you picked up your papers. “No calm down” Taemin spoke stopping you. “You’re going home today” he said picking up your bag and called one of his drivers “take the day off” he told you as you looked confused but nodded.

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“Hey I have a meeting and my ex-wife is coming by so could you keep an eye out for her. If someone doesn’t she’ll take my daughter and won’t let me see her” Taemin spoke hastily as you were shocked but nodded. “Thank you. It helps a lot you doing this” he tells you as he checks his watch “I have to go. Thank you again” he spoke as he headed towards the conference room.

20 minutes later you sat at your desk bouncing your pen off the desktop as you sighed. The stack was much smaller today as Taemin distributed all the papers to everyone else. You heard a snarky voice enter the floor, a small carrier comes into view. A small girl rested in it, she already had a full head of hair that was put into a cute little ponytail on the top of her head wrapped in a bow. She wasn’t more than 4 months old, you remembered when Taemin had taken only five days off to help his ex get comfortable. They were at the end of their divorce by that point. “Where’s Taemin?” her voice boomed as you quickly stood up and smoothed your skirt before walking over to her. 

“Excuse me ma’am-” “what?” she snapped as you stepped back a little but cleared your throat seeing why Taemin had divorced her in the first place. “Taemin has instructed me to take Hajoon from you when you dropped her off” you tell her as she scoffed. “Are you serious? He can’t even retrieve his own daughter” she said, you took a deep breath before looking her in her eyes “listen Yeoeun. Taemin, is a busy man and works more than three shoots a year” you start. “You’re going to give me the carrier and the diaper bag then get the hell out of here” you finish as a fake smile came onto your face. 

The office was silent, it even seemed like phones were listening as they stopped ringing. “You’re a bitch” she stated “I mean I think I know that already so you can take your modeling ass out of here before I chuck you out. You don’t look like you weight more than a paperweight” you told her walking over and taking the carrier from her and then grabbing the bag. “Goodbye and have a very nice day ma’am” you tell her as you take the baby back to your desk and her carrier down, you heard her screech before she left. 

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 14 – Ohana Means Family (And Family Means No One Gets Left Behind Or Murd– Oh).

In which we are treated to part 2 of Fun Suspicious Club Times, Andreil has Important Moments™, Nicky has thoughts on family, and I have all the feels. Guest starring: Murder!

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read – and finish – The Foxhole Court.

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Covetous (Part Four + a Mixtape)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic.

The Mixtape: I made a very special playlist just for this fic! Please listen to it in order for maximum pain. 

Find the mixtape HERE! 

Author’s Note: Phew, this was a doozy to to finish! There’s so much pain and so much angst and just… wow in this part. I’m sorry it’s so long, but there’s so much I wanted to put into it and there was just no good stopping point except for where I stopped it. 

After this part, there’s only one more part!! We’re almost done, you guys. This journey has been so painful and long and I’m thankful for you for sticking with it and me! 

Words: 7,529 (I’M SORRY!!) 

Warnings: i don’t remember but i’ll put cursing, drinking, and hospital mentions just in case 

Tags: @ruth-hamilton-delrio @strongenoughfoundation @linslovelylocks @hamilbye (I made you your own character, love) @ourforgottenboleros @fragmentofmymind @constellationsniall @drawbloodwithmypen @apolypanperson @manuelmirandamn @sempiternal-mooses @always-blame-jefferson @nesthemonster @theoverlordofeverything @night-persona

Without further ado, enjoy the extra long pain! 


You were waving over a second round of drinks to the table you now shared with Lin, Ruth, and Sarah as your voice floated over the room, telling countless stories of your days with Lin as Ruth nodded, laughed, and frowned at the correct parts. Your drink had switched from whiskey to a red wine and Sarah still nursed the same drink she’d started with.

“Oh, and then there was this period during our sophomore year of high school when Lin would literally wake me up every day by screeching a Britney Spears song into the phone.” You laughed to punctuate the sentence, your mind whirling back to the days of carefree youth.

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Summary: Danny reflects on his unique friendship with Arin, not wanting the Gru//mp session to end.

Genre: Fluff, Sleepy Gameplay, Heart-to-Heart

Warnings: none

A/N: Hope you guys like this! It’s a cute lil reflection of Danny’s thoughts about his friendship with Arin. It’s supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy. Please let me know what you think!


That was always the funny thing about Arin.

He felt like home.

Danny sat back, stretching his arms behind his head as he watched his best friend snarl at the screen. His character, Link, jumped around for a helpless moment before falling onto the ground, defeated. Arin groaned and commented on the poor control system of the game.

He was only half listening. He watched as Arin picked up the game again, this time cracking a comment about Shadow Ganon’s weird nose and Zelda’s inability to help out his character–named Quaff or something equally as ridiculous.

Danny laughed offhandedly, studying the details of Arin’s face. Both men had been extremely busy lately. They hadn’t had a Gru//mp session in almost two weeks–they’d kept having to post Ste//am Tra//in videos to keep the slots filled.

As a consequence, they’d been at it almost all day playing various games. Sometimes he played, sometimes Arin did. But it was nights like this, where it was getting to be almost too late and they were hyped up on caffeine and sugar, where Danny found himself to be completely enjoying life.

His tongue still held the taste of his Skittles and his back was sore from sitting for so long, but he couldn’t have been happier. His throat felt mildly scratchy from laughing so much.

But it wasn’t just the sugar high or the sheer hilarity of the moment that made this so memorable for Danny–it was being able to spend some quality time with Arin. As cheesy as that sounded–even to himself–it was goddamn true.

Danny loved Arin. Arin loved Danny. It was one of the most obvious and accepted things in the Gru//mp Space. Sure, Brian and Danny were very close friends and partners, Suzy was Arin’s wife and they loved each other, but Danny and Arin had a bond no one else could touch.

He really loved that. He loved that he had a friendship so special it was coveted by everyone. Anyone who’d met Arin knew how charismatic and funny the guy was. Honestly, it felt like a fucking honor just to be considered Egor//aptor’s friend.

But Arin was so much more than Egoraptor. He was Arin. It was impossible to describe to anyone that didn’t know him. Arin just had an aura about him–something that made your chest swell and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Danny knew this all too well. If he was with Arin, everything was amazing. He could laugh, he could cry, he could be himself, and nothing would ever change the bond that had formed between the two men.

When Arin joked, Danny was the first one to laugh. When Danny needed someone, Arin was the first person he called. When they were getting ready to record, both just relaxed and prepared for a few hours of pure enjoyment.

His eyes traced Arin’s brown eyes, knitted in concentration, down his scruffy chin to his broad shoulders and his messy shoulder-length hair. The musician smiled fondly.

“Dude, you didn’t tie your hair up again.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot.” Arin murmured, twisting his arms as if that would help him defeat Shadow Ganon. “Fuck, dude!”

“Here, I’ll tie it for you.” Without waiting to hear Arin’s reply, Danny scooted over and pulled back almost all of Arin’s hair. It was very soft, which he’d expected, since Arin washed it every day, and glossed through his fingers like water. Danny couldn’t help but to marvel at it for a moment, since he could never do this to his own wild curls.

Arin waited patiently, not paying him much mind since he was focused on the battle. Danny continued pulling back the rest of his hair, taking his sweet time. Because, honestly, he’d really, really missed Arin through the last couple weeks and texting him wasn’t the same at all.

“You good, dude?” Arin asked absently as Danny released a small sigh.

“Yeah. I just really fucking missed you.” Danny replied honestly, twisting the blonde streak through his fingers.

Arin nodded, biting his lip in frustration as his character died again. “Me too, man.”

Danny’s chest felt full. He’d honestly been so grouchy the last couple of days, and it had shown. Brian had finally stopped a NS//P writing session in exasperation, saying, “What is up with you? You’ve been turning into Gru//mp instead of Not-So-Gru//mp lately!”

At the mention of Game Gru//mps, Danny’s face had lifted slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes. “If you miss Arin, just get a fuckin’ Gru//mp session scheduled already. Or go hang out with him. Whatever. You’re going through Arin withdrawals.”

And Danny had nodded, because Brian was right (he always was) and everyone knew about Arin and Danny’s friendship and how much it meant to both of them. He had nothing to be embarrassed about–this sort of thing was normal.

And Arin, obviously, felt the same way.

Danny had been so happy to see him, he’d just stood there and positively beamed with joy when he’d run into the Grump Space that morning and saw Arin sitting behind his desk, editing something.

Arin had looked up at him and his eyes had lit up too, because he’d missed Danny just as much and they’d shared a big hug amidst Ross’s playful jeerings.

Everyone knew how close they were. Danny had never had a friendship like Arin’s in his whole life. He hoped Arin knew just how much he meant to him.

And now, running his long fingers through Arin’s hair and watching Arin finally beat the boss, he felt more at home than he ever had before.

Arin grinned. “Got him! Finally!” his eyes fell to the timer. “I think it’s about time for next time on–”

Danny panicked a little. If they ended this recording session, he’d have to go home. He’d have to say goodbye to Arin until they cleared enough time in their busy schedules to hang out again.

He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

In his agitation, his fists clenched and Arin’s sentence was cut off by his yelp of surprise. “Dude, what’re you pullin’ my hair for?”

Danny blinked and released the silky hair in front of him as Arin turned to give him a curious look. The recorder was still on. They were still filming.

“We’ve still got time!” Danny blurted, eyes darting to the timer. “Another minute! Then we can do next time on Game Grumps!”

“Aww,” Arin groaned, but lifted the controller again. “Alright, Danny. Caught me slackin’ off, didn’t you?”

Arin’s tone was teasing and drawn out, which relaxed the older man. They weren’t done. He’d get to spend some more time with his friend.

“Zelda’s not much help, is she?” Danny joked, tentatively reaching back out to pull Arin’s hair back again.

Arin snorted. “Nah. She just likes to watch you suffer, y’know.” He lifted his pitch, imitating Zelda’s voice. “Oh, Quaff! Watching you die over and over again is really doin’ it for me!”

Danny laughed, tugging a bit on a small knot in the hair. He, too, imitated the princess’s voice. “You being impaled by Ganon? Mmmm….that’s the shit!”

Arin laughed loudly, letting out a small cackle, and Danny felt a goofy grin overtaking his features, feeling slightly proud of himself. He always felt like this whenever he got Arin to laugh. He chalked it up as a victory.

“Geez…I missed you, buddy,” Arin remarked once he caught his breath, making his character leap into the next temple.

Danny pressed his lips together to repress the glow of joy spreading through his body up to his face. He grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, Arin, you know I love it when you talk to me like that!”

Arin chortled, glancing at the timer. “Much as I’d like to pursue that train of thought, Dan, we gotta end the episode.”

Danny deflated slightly, seeing that they had actually gone over time and really needed to stop. “You’re right. Next time on Game Gru//mps.”

Arin yawned his approval before leaning forward to switch everything off, pulling his hair away from Danny’s grip. He shuffled back to the other side of the couch, watching his friend fiddle with the microphone before standing up and stretching.

“Aw, man, dude, I got sore from sitting for so long.”

Not hearing a witty reply, Arin turned to look at Danny, who was watching him intently with the saddest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, buddy?” Arin sat beside him, forehead creasing. “Everything okay in Sex//bang land?”

Danny stared at him, letting himself take a moment to appreciate the concern reflected on Arin’s face before replying timidly. “Um…do you mind if…we just hang here for a minute?”

Arin’s head tilted slightly. “Like here on the couch?”

“Yeah,” Danny mumbled. “It’s just I haven’t seen you in a while and I don’t want to go home yet and I missed you a lot.”

The younger man’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Sure, Dan. We can kick back and just talk for a while. I like talking to you.”

So Arin sat back on the couch and Danny threw his legs over his friend’s lap and they laughed at the ridiculous things that had happened to them today and Danny had never felt warmer, drawing a blanket around himself.

As it got late and their voices dwindled to soft tones, Danny felt his eyes drooping as he snuggled into the couch. His voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure if Arin heard him: “D’you think we’ll be friends forever, Arin?”

There was a small silence and Danny was about to check if Arin had fallen asleep when he heard the soft reply: “Even longer, Danny.”

It was the last thing Danny remembered before waking up the next morning with the sun filtering into the Gru//mp Space and Arin tucked underneath him, still fast asleep.

That was the funny thing about Arin.

He always felt like home.

the parent trap pt8 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (8/12)

Words: 1.3k

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

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After the lunch, Aria and Amelia spent the rest of the day planning a way to convince their mother to fly out to San Francisco within the week. Aria hated Miranda, she was loud and high pitched and extremely obnoxious. Even the dog eyed her suspiciously. She noticed the glares that the dark haired woman would send her whenever her father left the room, uttering words that started with ‘Listen up you little rat,’. Lillian watched on amused knowing that Archie would leave her the moment herself and Amelia told him about her behaviour whenever she left the room.

Lillian strongly believed that Archie and (Y/N) would be reunited soon. She had never seen a couple so in love with each other even at a young age. No love was meant to end like that.

“Aria, how do we convince mom to fly out to San Francisco for Saturday? It’s near impossible.”

Aria smirked as she saw her auntie Betty and auntie Veronica approach the house next door from her bedroom window. “Give me a minute, Mel, I’ll call back soon.” she spoke, throwing her phone on to the bed and rushing downstairs. Aria was aware that her plan could go wrong but there was no other way. She knew that these two women would be able to convince her mum.

“Auntie Betty! Auntie Veronica! Wait!” she said, out of breath from running. The two women looked at each other and at the girl that now stood before them.

“Aria?” Betty asked, the confusion in her voice was clear and it made Veronica chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story, I’m guessing?” Veronica raised her eyebrow at the younger girl “Come inside, tell us all about it.”

“Well, you see, I met Amelia at camp. At first I thought she was really, really annoying but then we got sent to solitary confinement and she found that picture of dad that mum gave me.” Aria explained, looking up at the two women. Both their expressions held a look of confusion and worry, which made her laugh a little. “And then we did a little digging, she had the other half of the picture. Then I realised, that she was the child in the picture with my father. I had always assumed it was her. Then we decided to swap places.”

“So why are you telling us this? Do you want to go home? I can call your mom.” Betty said, the confusion in her voice previously had been replaced with worry, her expression had become softer and she looked at Aria with a frown that made her worry come through more clearer.

“No, it’s not that! Amelia and I, well, mainly me, want mum and dad to reunite and thats where I need your help.” Veronica instantly shook her head causing Aria to pout “Please auntie Ronnie! I’m begging. I don’t want dad to marry obnoxious Miranda. Even Toby doesn’t like her and he likes everyone!”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean your dad is marrying Miranda? Who is she?” Veronica asked.

Kevin picked up the grape before throwing it at the couple that sat before him. “You guys make me sick.” he said, before repeating his previous actions, making (Y/N) roll her eyes at her friend.

“Aren’t you used to them by now, Keller? They’ve been like this since forever.” Cheryl said, making the group look up at her. “They’re,” she paused for a while “Cute.” Her tone was filled with disgust. Making Veronica laugh slightly. ‘No one actually asked for your opinion’ she thought.

“You know, I think the day you two stop being like this, the day the world ends. You two have been together since we were in grade school. Now we’re freshmen and you guys are still going strong! I mean Jason Blossom has been after you, (Y/N), since before you and Archibald got together. It’s nuts!” Kevin spoke “I’m not saying anything Archie, but it’s Jason Blossom and well you’re you.”

(Y/N) burst out into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it, she had never expected Kevin to come out with that. Archie playfully smacked (Y/N)’s arm at her reaction towards Kevin’s comment. “In all honesty, I’d break up with (Y/N) for Jason Blossom.” Archie commented, sending a wink in his girlfriend’s direction.

Aria looked up at her two aunties, her eyes pleading for them to say yes. They both had already promised not to tell Archie about the swap. “Fine, Aria, you know I can never say no to you. I’ll speak to her tonight.” Veronica spoke “I don’t care what you think Bet, we’re doing this.”

Aria jumped up, wrapping her arms around Veronica’s neck. “You guys are the best!”

Lillian sat watching the flame haired pace back and forth as she spoke on the phone. Curiosity got the best of her and before she could even think, she was already making her way towards the girl.

“So has mum agreed?” the girl spoke, her accent taking Lillian by surprise.

“Aria?” Jughead shouted, his voice echoing around the house. Immediately the young girl came running out of his office. Aria’s eyebrow was raised at her uncle, almost as if she was expecting something. Jughead lowered his voice as the girl stopped in front of him. “It’s time to let her know, Lia.”

Lillian felt tears prick her eyes, she couldn’t believe her ears. The girl she had longed to see grow up alongside Amelia was right in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to cup her face, taking everything in and also listen to the way her accent made the simplest sentences sound ridiculously elegant. She frankly couldn’t believe what Aria had just told her. Meeting at camp, finding out about each other and then trading places. “Lil why are you crying?” Archie asked as he walked out onto the patio.

“She’s so beautiful,” she said, her voice cracking as her words came out “She’s just amazing. I love her.” Lillian slowly stepped into the house, her gaze staying on Aria.

Amelia ran into (Y/N)’s bed, immediately hiding under her mother’s sheets. (Y/N) flinched slightly as her daughter cuddled into her side. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I’m leaving town.”

“To do what, exactly?” (Y/N) was amused at her daughter’s situation and held back her laughter, knowing her daughter was somehow distressed.

“I need to go see Aria!” Amelia exclaimed, pushing the sheets off her face. “That’s why Aunt Veronica and Aunt Betty wants you to come out to San Francisco. So you can un-swap us!”

(Y/N)’s face immediately softened and the laugh she was holding back suddenly disappeared. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She was unsure of whether to believe it was happening or whether she was still asleep. After all it was only half past eight in the morning. She looked down at her daughter, pushing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead “You promise you’re not playing a cruel prank on me?”

“Mom, I’m Amelia and Aria is over in Riverdale with Archie Andrews aka our dad.” Amelia frowned “But now you definitely have to un-swap us!”

“Amelia, darling, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Aren’t you missing your father?”

“Mom, I miss dad so much but I wanted to meet you and find out what you were like and Aria felt the same way with dad so we switched places. Mom, I just really want you to love me the way you love Aria.”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Amelia and pulled her closer to her chest. “Oh sweetheart, I do love you. I think about you every single day and I frankly can’t quite believe that you’re with me, but Amelia, you do realise that you belong with your father and Aria belongs with me. We agreed on that and I don’t really want to break your father’s heart.”

“But moooooom!” Amelia whined, causing Jughead to let out a loud laughter that echoed throughout (Y/N)’s room “You already have so what’s one more heartbreak?”