this is what rosie does when she's home sick from work

Drarry: A Summary
  • Harry calls Draco “Dragon Boy” because his name means dragon in Greek (from Latin).
  • Draco does not appreciate this and proceeds to call him “Henry” because Harry is a nickname for the German name Henry.
  • Harry also, does not appreciate his pet name.
  • Thus began the list of names they call each other.
    • “Ferret.”
    • “Scarhead.”
    • “Pretty boy.”
    • “WHOREcrux!”
    • “I’m a whore for you, blondie.”
  • Harry holds doors open for Draco. He also pulls out chairs for him.
  • Because Draco is a, “Pretty pretty princess that deserves to be treated like one.”
    • “Cough cough.”
    • “What?”
    • “Cough cough… the door?”
    • “I’m carrying all the groceries, Draco. I don’t have a free hand.”
    • “Well, put some down and open it.”
    • “Are you-”
    • “Yes, Potter, I am serious. Do I look like I open my own doors?”
  • Draco bought them a kitten.
  • He named her Rosie Malfoy-Potter.
  • She’s a little pure white kitty with clear blue eyes, and the constant need to lick Harry’s nose.
  • Harry didn’t know he was going to come home to his boyfriend holding a tiny animal, letting it crawl over his arms and onto their couch.
  • He was shocked, and angry at first.
  • But not even the Boy-Who-Lived can resist a kitten.
    • “Look at her! She’s nuzzling my hand!”
    • “Yes, I see that.”
    • “Isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
    • “It’s a cat.”
    • “No, it’s our daughter!”
    • “No, it’s a cat.”
    • “Come here, let me just…”
  • Draco placed the fluffy ball of fur in Harry’s arms. She quickly warmed up to him and began snuggling into his chest.
  • Harry picked her up, pulling her in front of his face.
  • Draco pushed the kitten closer, as she cautiously sniffed his nose.
  • And licked it.
    • “See? She loves you.”
    • “….”
    • “Harry? Please, I’ll be the housewife and take care of the children. Let me have her? Let us have her?”
    • “….”
    • “Honey?”
    • “Alright, she can stay.”
  • Harry’s a workaholic.
  • Sometimes he takes extra shifts because he wants to. Not for the money.
  • This annoys Draco.
  • Before they moved in together, he didn’t know how often Harry could throw himself into his work.
  • Saving lives, trying to protect the world from forces that would never cease.
  • Sometimes he needed to be reminded that not everyone can be saved. There’s more to life than being the hero.
  • Draco was a good reminder. Like an alarm.
  • He would go off at a certain time, whenever he needed him. Whenever Harry stayed up for forty-eight hours without sleep working on a case, he was there. Ready to owl him in sick, make sure he slept that night, he got food in the morning, he made sure Harry knew he couldn’t be there for everyone. The only way to stay sane as an Auror is to know when to go home. 
    • “Harry, you can’t keep going like this.”
    • “I have to finish looking over this file. If I can find out where this kid is then-”
    • “Harry Potter!”
    • “Give that back!”
    • “No, you listen to me. You can’t keep doing this.”
    • “Doing what?”
    • “Not eating, not sleeping, not talking, only working. It’s not good for you. I’m worried. You come home, but you’re not home. You’re at work. We haven’t had sex in three weeks. You haven’t had a full meal in three weeks. Mrs. Weasley flooed wondering where you were at dinner this Sunday. You know what I told her? You were hooked on this case. Addicted. This is an addiction, Harry. You’re addicted to saving people. Addicted to helping. Yeah, well you can’t save everyone, Potter! If you’re going to have a fucking hero complex then why don’t you save the ones who really matter in your life. I’ve woken up screaming and crying twice this month, and where were you? Not next to me, not where I needed you. I’ve needed saving. I love you, you stupid prick. I fucking love you. I fucking care about you. Please, for fuck’s sake, don’t do this to yourself.To us.”
  • He stopped bringing his work home after that.
One Day

Summary: pastel!dan is a kindergarten teacher and is married to punk!youtuber!phil, who he hates and doesn’t get along with at all. They’re parents forced them to marry each other. Dan is unhappy but things finally take a turn.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2,792

A/N: I changed the prompt slightly because I can’t enough of pastel!dan.

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Request by Anonymous: “I think a Steve x plus size reader would be nice”

A/N: Thanks for your impute/ request!  After writing this, I actually would like to write a fic about an underweight!reader x Bucky.  Also, I think you should listen to this song by Mary Lambert before you read. Enjoy all my beautiful readers!

Steve x plussize!reader

Word count: 2227 (way longer than I anticipated)

Summary:  When (Y/N) is feeling insecure, she stops acting like herself.  Steve always takes notice.

Warnings: self-hate, self-depreciation, angst, sad reader, fluffy ending!

(Picture and GIF not mine)

Originally posted by capsteverogers-things

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BTS as (weird) babies in your daycare

Kim Seokjin

  • The oldest of the bunch
  • brings two designer brand lunchboxes in to school
    • his lunches cost more than yours do
    • he eats all his food and then will go around the lunch table asking the others for small bites of their meal and they usually give in to him because he shouts “but we’re BROTHERS >:O” if they say no the first time around
  • the one that likes to take you by the hand while you’re in the middle of paperwork or something and bring you to see that castle he was working on
    • you compliment him on it and then you’re dismissed like:
    • “Wow jin that’s a great castle you did a great job stacking the blocks”
    • “Thank you teacher can you leave now?”
    • And you go back to your paperwork feeling kind of small before you remember that you are more than a decade older than the tiny child that sent you away
  • not the bossiest child (that’s jimin) but is a close second
  • is the most catalogue looking child you’ve ever seen
    • when you’re bored in the classroom during naptime and you play with your phone, he’s the one who only slept for 20 minutes
    • he then proceeds to come over and sit in your lap for a chance to play with your phone
    • You open up snapchat and play with the filters with him in the dimmed playroom and listen to his little chime-like giggles
    • his selfies are 80x cuter than yours before the filters and when the little dog ears come out to play you have no chance
  • Always brags about his older brother being able to use shoes “with no velcRO and long LONG lOng stringlaces” (=shoelaces)
    • hoseok always yells back that there’s no such thing as shoes without velcro “unless youre a growned-up and your hyung isn’t a growned-up i saw him at the park hes just a kid too!!”

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don’t make me over

Kurt thinks today will just be an average day; he’ll go to work, he’ll pine for his friend-with-benefits Blaine (who he desperately wants to become more), and he’ll remind his boss for the millionth time that he doesn’t want to be set up with her son. It goes pretty much as he expects… well, sort of.

Written for @prompt-a-klainefic‘s Klaine Prompt Reversebang! This fic is based on this amazing piece of art by @quizasvivamos based on this prompt. A big thanks to the artist, who not only made this amazing art, but also made some follow up art based on the story, AND put up with my obnoxious emails about the fic. Also, thanks to teach for looking this fic over :) Hope you all enjoy <3

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Kurt’s alarm blares at 6:45AM, as it does every weekday morning. He sits up in bed, rubbing a hand over his face.

As he gets his bearings, sleep-fog clearing, he happens to catch sight of a head of dark curls pressed into a pillow, connected to some of the nicest shoulders he’s ever seen. He stares for a moment, then looks around.

Oh, fuck.

He jumps out of bed, which makes Blaine groan, arms curling around his pillow.

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Happy Uncle’s Day

A mother’s day fic of sorts.

A/N- This is part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series. It should make sense if you haven’t read the other parts.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Sam and Dean were working a case close to home for once and had to interview a witness in town. Unable to bring MJ with them, they decided to leave her at children’s time at the library. She went most weeks already as it was, Sam encouraged Dean that it was important for her to spend time with kids her own age.

“Remember,” Dean said as he dropped his daughter off, “behave yourself and I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up.”

“Okay Daddy!” MJ gave her dad a big hug and waved bye as he left before going to join the other kids.

“Hey guys,” Mrs. Jacks, the librarian said. “As most of you probably know, this weekend is Mother’s Day, so today we’re going to make Mother’s Day cards.”

MJ watched as all the kids around her got excited to make their mom’s cards. MJ frowned, she didn’t have a mom to make a card. As their other kids started to work on their masterpieces MJ just sat there, sad that she couldn’t make one.

“What’s wrong MJ?” Mrs. Jacks asked, crouching down next to the upset toddler.

“I don’t have a mommy to make a card for.” The older woman gave her a small smile and laid a comforting hand on her back.

“Well, maybe you could make a card for someone else, to thank them for taking care of you like a mom does.”

MJ frowned again, “I don’t know what a mom does.”

“Well, moms take care of their kids. They love them, protect them, they feed them. They worry about and care for their children. They take care of you when you’re sick, they worry about you and they give great hugs. Do you know anybody that does that for you?”

MJ’s face lit up, “My Daddy and Uncle Sam do all those things for me. They’re the bestest.”

“Well then, why don’t you make one or both of them a card.”

MJ though hard, “Well, why don’t I make Uncle Sam one. Next month we’ll celebrate Daddy day, so this time we can celebrate Uncle’s Day!”

Mrs. Jacks smiled down at her, “Well it looks like you’ve got some work to do. I’ll leave you to it.”

MJ set to work immediately, making the best card for Uncle’s Day. She couldn’t wait to tell her dad her plans.

Dean knew as soon as he picked his daughter up that she was up to something. She was grinning ear to ear and bouncing excitedly in one place. He waited to see if she’d say anything and she didn’t until they were buckled up and on their way back to the bunker.


“Yes munchkin.”

“This weekend is Mother’s Day.” Dean sighed and looked back to his daughter, surprised to see that she didn’t appear all that sad, “We made cards at the library today, but since I don’t have a mom I made one for Uncle Sammy. Uncle Sammy takes care of me just like you and since next month is Father’s Day I thought maybe we could celebrate Uncle’s Day this weekend instead of Mother’s Day.”

Dean was a little shocked. He expected the five-year old to be a little more upset, but

Instead of being down and out she was coming up with something new to celebrate. Something that fit their little family perfectly. Here she was surprising him once again with how mature she was, which was probably more Sam’s influence than his own, “I think Uncle Day sounds great MJ. I’m sure Uncle Sam will be very honored.”

And Dean knew he would be. Sam adored his niece and Dean knew this would mean the world to him.

MJ went all out. Uncle’s Day was a very big deal in the five-year olds book and this being the first, it had to set the bar high.

Unlike Dean’s birthday, getting up early and surprising him wasn’t an option; Sam got up way too early. She painted a large banner which she had Dean hang in the library while Sam was distracted with breakfast in the kitchen. MJ skipped into the room, as her Uncle was putting out breakfast, she stood patiently waiting for him to finish. Sam turned around to find this niece behind him staring up at him expectantly, “Hey sweetheart.”

A whole grin broke across her face, “Hi Uncle Sammy!”

The tall man crouched down to her level, “What’s up?”

She pulled her arms out from behind her back and held out a card to him. Sam took it confused, and was even more lost when he saw Happy Uncle’s Day messily written across the top, “Whats this?”

“Happy Uncle’s Day. Today is actually Mother’s Day, but since I don’t have one I’m making it Uncle’s Day because you take care of me like a mommy or daddy. I love you Uncle Sammy.”

Sam felt tears stinging his eyes, this mean more to him they he knew how to say. He pulled his niece in for a hug, “I love you too kiddo.”

“Ya know, I think it’s very fitting, Sam’s got the mommy hair, nice and long.” Dean teased from the doorway, getting identical glares from his brother and daughter. Dean raised his hands in mock surrender.

Later that night after MJ went to bed, the brothers sat in the library enjoying a beer, a permanent smile still gracing Sam’s face. Dean held his beer up, “Well, Happy Uncle’s Day Sammy. I couldn’t have done any of this without.”

“Thanks man, but you do it all. She’s your daughter.”

“No,” Dean said firmly. “I meant it. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve helped me raise her since the start. You get just as much credit as I do and I think we’ve done a pretty damn good job.”

Sam raised his beer to his brothers, “She’s is pretty amazing.”

tags: @27bmm @exploratiionist @iamflanneltrash @fabulouslycassie @winchesters-favorite-girl @wordstothewisereaders @jesstherebel @mogaruke @percussiongirl2017 @captainemwinchester @rosie-winchester @generalgoldfishldrm @sassyspn67 @aiaranradnay @spn67-sister

Get Her Back (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This one was very fun to write, I had to research what Stockholm syndrome was and turns out it’s a fun one (jk it’s horrible) but yeah 😂
Warnings: brainwashing, lots of angst
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: Reid and the reader are newly married and loving life with each other and one day the Reader goes shopping for dinner and asking Reid what he wants over the phone. Then the reader is taken and the unsub brainwashed her to fear and hate her husband. It takes years to find the reader but when they do she has Stockholm syndrome
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Reader has been kidnapped and escapes…
You pushed the shopping cart with one hand and held your cell phone to your ear with the other.
“What sounds good to you, baby?” You asked your husband, Spencer, as you looked at the new wedding ring on your finger.
You and Spencer got married last week and you are finally having some down time for yourselves.
Spencer suggested that you both cook dinner as a bonding activity, which made you laugh, and that’s what brings you to the store.
“Umm something sort of simple. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a master in the kitchen.” He said adding a small giggle that made a smile creep upon your lips.
“How about spaghetti?” You said turning down the noodle isle.
“That sounds great!” Spencer said happily.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. I’m at checkout.” You said putting the two items on the conveyor belt.
“Okay darling. Call me if you have any questions, concerns…”
“Spencer I’m 5 minutes away from the house. I think I’ll be okay.” You said staying on the line longer than you had hoped.
“Hold on Spencer.” You said as the cashier asked “cash or debit”.
“Debit.” You said taking your debit card out and swiping before taking your groceries and leaving.
“Hey I’m back.” You said holding the phone to your ear again.
“Hey. I can’t wait for you to be home.” He said letting out a huff afterwards.
“Spencer I’ve been gone for 10 minutes.” You said getting your car keys out of your purse.
“But it’s felt like an eternity.” He said.
“Damn it.” You said dropping your keys on the ground.
“You okay?” Spencer asked worried.
“Yeah I just dropped my keys.” You said putting the key into the lock and opening your car door.
“Well I should be home in…”
Your sentence was cut off and interrupted by your own scream as a masked man swung open your door and pulling you out.
He put a damp rag over your mouth, and being in the position on the ground you were in, you couldn’t defend yourself.
You kicked and punched but he had a tight grip around your throat as he drug you farther away from your car and closer to his.
You couldn’t hear them, but Spencer was screaming your name from the other line.
He begged that whoever had you to let you go, but it was no use.
Soon enough, you blacked out and were taken to an unknown destination.
You woke up with the disability to move your hands or legs.
There was a white screen in front of you and the room was dark.
You looked around the room, trying to identify your surroundings, but your attention was brought to the screen when a man appeared on the screen.
“Your awake.” He said looking into the screen.
All of a sudden the door opened and the same man entered and stood in front of you.
“You see this man?” He asked holding a picture in front of you.
“No no please don’t hurt him. He’s innocent please leave him alone.” You begged as tears pricked your eyes.
“We aren’t going to hurt him. This is the last thing your going to see of him so take a good look at him.” He said holding the picture in front of you.
The picture was taken a couple of weeks ago.
You and Spencer at your wedding.
He was smiling so big and hugging you to his side.
You felt something set on your head.
You jerked your head forward, trying to avoid whatever was being put over your head.
“Stay still.” The man said putting the picture on a stand in front of you before pulling your hair back and placing the helmet like contraption on your head.
You heard a switch and then a loud buzzing.
“That man… you are going to fear him, despise him. He is your worst fear and he’s done horrible things to you.” He said spitting lies into your ear before feeling a contraction on your head before a immense sharp pain.
You screamed and attempted to thrash in the chair you were bound to.
You slowly felt the happy memories of you and Spencer slip out of your head and replace with horrendous, painful thoughts.
You tried to deflect the lies that were being put in your head, but then you couldn’t reject it anymore.
You had no clue how long these images were being set into your mind but it all stopped and you felt the biggest relief in your life.
You opened your eyes to see blue eyes, unrecognizable ones.
The man sat in front of you and held up a picture of… a man.
You looked at the picture and then to him.
“Do you know who this is?” He asked.
You tried to pull memories from your mind, seeing him for a second and then vanishing the next.
“Maybe… I’ve seen him before but…”
You were interrupted by a slap in the face.
It wasn’t even painful compared to the consistent zapping at your brain.
“Look at him!” He yelled putting the picture in your face.
“I don’t know who the hell he is!” You yelled back, earning another slap in the face.
He harshly put the picture back on the stand and slammed the helmet back over your head.
You felt the agonizing pain shoot through your head as you let out bloodcurdling screams.
It stopped and you saw the man sitting in front of you through your tear-filled eyes.
He reached across and wiped a tear from your cheek.
“You know I’m doing this because I love you, Rosie.” He said stroking your face.
That wasn’t your name.
“Let me go please. I won’t tell anyone I promise.” You begged as your wrists burned from the rope that was holding them to the chair.
“I can’t darling you know that. I have to see if something worked.” He said turning around and picking something up before showing you a picture.
Your eyes ran across the man in the picture and an overwhelming fear flew through you.
“No no get that away from me! I-I don’t want to see him ever again! Please get it away.” You yelled thrashing in your chair.
“Perfect. You did so good, Rosie. We’ll be perfect together.” He said stroking your cheek.
After seeing that picture of that man… this caring one wasn’t as scary anymore.
“Oh and please… call me Sebastian.” He said untying your wrists delicately.
You nodded and smiled, feeling at ease with Sebastian.
“I won’t let him come near you again.” He said kissing your forehead before taking your hand and leading you to another room.
Spencer was absolutely devastated knowing you were out there probably scared and hurt.
He didn’t sleep or eat for weeks due to stress.
He kept himself isolated other than getting more information on how to find you.
Eventually months have passed and the team was slowly losing hope.
There was no body, no more clues, no more time.
But Spencer will never give up.
The team would start a new case and he would work both; the case with the team and yours by himself.
When he would get frustrated, he would cry alone by himself or to JJ.
He had this feeling in his big heart that you were alive and out there somewhere, and sure enough you were.
You were out there, with Sebastian, belonging to another man.
A man that used his sick tricks to make you fear the love of your life.
To hate him.
The months have grown into years, and there was still no evidence or body belonging to you.
Spencer has been told that you would have wanted him to move on, but he remembers promising he would never leave you; to always belong to you.
And you promised back, long ago.
You sat at the clean breakfast table in yours and Sebastian’s house, your wrists loosely chained to the chair.
It’s been years and you’ve always felt… safer this way.
Sebastian had control of you, he kept you safe.
Being limited to space made you feel secure, like no one else could get in or release you; except Sebastian.
He was running his hands through his hair, he does that when he is nervous.
Earlier, you and Sebastian went to the park and a dark haired woman followed both of you.
Sebastian instantly prompted that you both go home and that you were in danger.
At that moment, a pair of handcuffs would have made you feel safer, but Sebastian quickly leaded you too the car where you drove to your secure home, where you ended up now.
You heard sirens in the distance, nothing new, but Sebastian quickly unlocked the chains from your wrists and took you downstairs.
“They’re going to try to take you Rosie, but you’ll be safe down here.” He said cuffing you again and kissing your forehead as he went back upstairs as you sat in the underground attic.
A few minutes later you heard yelling and the door being slammed open.
You jumped at the noise, instantly curling into a ball.
It went silent, but was soon disturbed by close footsteps and someone calling… your name.
The voice was closer, probably right in front of the little opening.
You saw light stream in and a man walk in.
It was…
It was him.
“No no get away from me! Don’t touch me! He’ll kill you if you touch me! Sebastian!” You yelled as the man crouched down in front of you.
“Y/N it’s me.” The man said reaching out to touch your face but you screamed as he got closer.
He instantly walked back, tears flooding his eyes.
“It’s me Spencer.” He said quieter as you looked into his dark eyes.
“I know who you are. I hate you. I hate you so much please don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me please.” You begged as tears rolled down your cheeks.
He flinched at the word “hate” but didn’t leave.
“Please remember me sweetheart please.” He begged covering his mouth to muffle sobs.
Spencer knew what had happened.
Hotch say the brainwashing helmet.
He saw the chair.
And Spencer was right behind him.
JJ climbed through the little opening and he turned into her shoulder and started sobbing.
She looked at you on the floor; crumpled in a ball with chains on your wrists.
Little did everyone know, that’s when you felt the safest.
“He did this to her. She-she’s scared of me JJ I can’t scare her.” He said pulling out of her shoulder.
“It’s okay Spence. Give her time and we will fix this. He’s going to prison for the rest of his life.” JJ said.
“No! He didn’t do anything wrong! Don’t take him away you have no proof!” You yelled at them.
“Y/N! You’ve been kidnapped for 2 years, brainwashed and tricked into…” you immediately flinched as he yelled at you.
“I-I’m sorry I didn't…” before he could finish his sentence, he bolted out of the basement.
“I’m going to take the handcuffs off of you okay?” JJ said slowly approaching you.
“I-I don’t want you to take them off. Where’s Sebastian?” You asked.
“What Spencer said was true. Sebastian had kidnapped you, tortured you and made you think that you were safe. He made you hate Spencer, Y/N. Your husband.”
You woke up to a bright light.
You have no clue when you blacked out or how you got to the… hospital?
You looked to your side and saw the man again, sleeping in the chair next to your bed.
You tried to move away as best as you could, the heart monitor beeping faster and faster.
His eyes shot open and he immediately stood up and walked to the far corner of the room.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said putting his hands up before rubbing his eyes.
“Leave.” You said weakly as you realized all of the tubes and needles in your arms.
He hesitantly looked at the door and back to you.
“Can I ask you a few questions please? I promise I’ll stay on my side of the room.” He said.
“If you have questions have someone else ask. I don’t want to talk to you.” You said.
You saw his eyes gloss over as he bit his bottom lip.
“Do you really not remember me?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah I remember you. I also remember that I hate you and every time I see you, I want to run away. So yeah I remember you.” You spat making him quickly leave the room.
“Stockholm syndrome. It’s a very rare illness where the victims actually become attached to their abductor on an emotional and sentimental level. That’s why she is refusing to testify against Sebastian and why she feels safe in chains or handcuffs, she feels he’s the only one who can release and put her in them.” Spencer told the team with his head low.
“Fortunately it is somewhat curable but it will take time. Slowly introducing people should familiarize her surroundings hopefully making her feel safe. I know I can’t be the one that helps her… she’s too scared of me. That monster turned my own wife against me and every time I see her… she says she… she hates me. I can’t stand looking at her gaze into my eyes and all I see is hatred.” He added.
JJ walked across the little circle the team has formed and hugged Spencer.
“She’s not gone Spence. Like you said it takes time but we will get her back.” She said rubbing his shoulders.
That’s all Spencer could hope for right now; that they can get you back.

sick of waiting | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by batesmotel


written by: rosie

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: hey! reader is in a coma (you be the one to give the reason) and np jughead never left her side. until one day he got tired of waiting and he soon gets into a relationship with betty. when the reader wakes up and learns about this, she’s absolutely heartbroken and jughead does everything to fix it. angst and sadness pleaseeee😂❤️ btw are you working on the next part of twin andrews?

chapter song: unsteady / x ambassadors

i was awake, blinded by white lights and overwhelmed by the smell of sterile equipment. i feel my whole body starting to ache as i attempt to sit upright.

scanning my surroundings i take in the small hospital room, my mother huddled up in the corner on one of those uncomfortable plush chairs.

the memories come flooding back from that night

i was happy so happy i’d been in the city for going on six weeks when i got a text, the most amazing text i had ever seen in my entire life.

juggie: i chose you, come back. be with me.

so i was singing, singing my heart out to halsey’s new album, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel as i danced around in my leather seat to the beat of the music.

the text came later than i had expected but not even that could dull the bright light that lit up inside of me when my phone buzzed.

isn’t it ironic that the reason i left is the reason i’m coming back?

we’d argued, the worst that we’ve ever had.

i caught him getting cozy with betty in a booth at pop’s and that’s when it all blew up. we yelled, we screamed, we argued about how he had feelings for both of his best friends.

he couldn’t choose, between me and the blonde girl. so i decided for him, i packed up all my belongings, hopped into my car and drove upstate leaving everything behind.

the riverdale sign comes into view as i speed past, my heart rate growing as the distance between the two of us was shrinking.

the rain started coming in thick, i turn my music up over the loud gushing water pelts onto my windscreen. the sky’s dark and the road dimly lit by the tall street lights.

and that’s when it all went wrong.

i approached a red light, stopping as i continued to sing along to the music, my eyes closing for a brief second before reopening to a green light.

i move my foot to the gas and lurch forward, a smile covering my features as i was oblivious. i glance to the left to see a car, hurling in my direction- running a red light.

the next thing i know the bright head lights are flooding my vision, a crash fills my ears and my head is smashed into the dash board.

the car flips, and flips, and flips.

it feels like slow motion, every muscle in my body screaming at me to get out.

and that’s when everything fell silent, my vision blackened and all i could hear was faint sirens before i was pulled into oblivion.

i found myself struggling for breath, my head pounding. i scramble to press the call button.

tears stream down my face, my mother awakens from her slumber rushing toward me.

“mom?” my voice cracks

she pulls me in for a bone crashing hug as i sob into her shoulder the nurse rushing in, yelling a bunch of different words, fiddling with the machines that litter my room.

“where is he?” i ask wiping my wet cheeks as the re check my vitals both concern and relief written all over he nurses faces.

“get doctor adams in here now”

“mom- where is he?” i croak

my doctor walks in swiftly a smile on his face as he approaches me, reading over my file before talking to my nurses then to my mother, a happy cry escaping her lips.


my doctor smiles at me “how are you feeling?”

i shift in my bed, my head in a dull ache.

“i feel fine- how long was i out?”

silence fills the room, the nurses filing out leaving just myself, my mother and doctor adams.

“8 months- after your surgery you slipped into a coma, we’ve all been waiting for you to wake up, we weren’t sure you even would”

i cover my mouth a single tear falling down my face “oh my god”

my mother places a comforting hand on my knee “i can take you home” she smiles.

my smile falls when i notice the lack of company in this small hospital room “mom where’s jug?”

my doctor glances at my mother tucking my clipboard pounder his arm “i’ll go get the discharge papers ready”.

i sit up, happiness filling me as i swing my legs out of my bed- still feeling slightly weak. but i guess that’s what you get spending 8 months in a hospital.

“let’s get you dressed- doctor adams has crutches for you to use” she replies standing from her position from her bed, avoiding my question.

“i can get dressed on my own- where’s jughead? i thought he’d be here?” i stifle a laugh picking up a bunch of fresh clothes.

“he was here, for 6 months. he waited by your bed everyday, they all did.” she pauses “archie brought his guitar and he’d play for you, the girls brought pop’s in hopes it’d wake you”.

i swallow the lump in my throat.

“he spent everyday in that chair- waiting, hoping for you to wake up. he’d be here for hours, talking to you about everything- but you never woke up” he voice cracks.

“what are you saying mom?” i question my heart starting to ache.

“you didn’t wake up- he couldn’t stay forever y/n, he left and i haven’t seen him since”

i hold back tears as i rush into the hospital bathroom quickly changing out of that horrible blue gown. he left he chose me, but he still left

when i needed him the most he left.

the ride back home was quiet, my mother sharing uneasy glances at me. like i was a grenade, she was waiting for me to explode.

we drive past pop’s and a million memories flash before me.

“oh c'mon vanilla is the best milkshake you can get - just try it” i giggle turning to face the brunette in the small booth, my legs sprawled over his lap.

“spoken by someone who has never tried a chocolate milkshake” jughead teases his hands on my legs.

“oh c'mon i’ve tried chocolate, it’s just not as good” i sassed scooping some cream onto my finger, sucking it clean.

he watches me intently, the infamous jones smirk on his gorgeous face.

“oh is that so miss l/n?” he challenged.

“yes it is- can you do this with a chocolate-” i pause picking up a fry and dipping into my glass and popping it into my mouth.

i moan a smirk twitches on my lips, i giggle taking another sip of my milkshake.

i look toward him and he chuckles “you’ve got a little something on your lip”

i blush, as he edges closer to me bringing his hands up to my cheeks, pressing our lips together.

a smile grows on my lips as i press my forehead against his, “i guess vanilla isn’t that bad” he teases.

“you okay sweetheart?” my mother asks, moving her hand over to my arm in attempt to comfort me.

“pull over” i croak out “please mum- pull over”

she looks away sadly, pulling into the dirt track. the rain making it hard to see the neon red sign of the diner in the distance.

“honey-” i shake my head cutting my mother off as i release my seat belt working on opening the door.

“sweetie it’s raining, it’s cold-”

“i have to do this” i mutter opening the door and slipping out of the car, the cold air whipping at my face as the rain pelts down.

i rush across the road heading toward the car park spotting archie’s familiar truck before i walk into pop’s the bell dinging as i enter.

i push my wet hair out of my face as i look around the lit up diner. i turn and spot them, sitting in our usual booth.

a smile works onto my face until i watch the brunette boy wrap his arms around the blonde next to him, i freeze my mouth agape as i glance down the aisle.

“miss l/n!” pop exclaims clamping a hand on my shoulder a smile wide on his face “you’re awake!” he cheers.

the group turns at the commotion, shock evident on their features as they take me in. not believing i was really here.

archie and veronica were the first to move, rushing from their side of the booth. the raven haired girl got to you first throwing herself at you.

next was the red headed boy that you missed dearly, he wrapped you up in his long arms rocking you in his hold, tears streaming down our faces.

i let out a small chuckle before i notice betty in front of me, she lurches forward and pulls me into a hug that i’m not sure i should return, my hands lingering at my sides.

she pulls away and stands back with the others, i glance up to see the beanie boy slouched in the booth a sad scowl on his lips as he catches my eye.

“i can’t i’m sorry” i turn on my heels and sprint out of the diner, salty tears invading my face.

“y/n wait!” i hear jughead call but i ignore him until i’m standing in the middle of the carpark, the rain drowning out his yells.


i spin on my heels my wet hair sticking to my face as my eyes meet with his, he stuffs his hands deep into his jean pockets as he walks closer to me.

i’m sorry” he apologises, his voice seeming to crack.

“you didn’t wait” i cry back tears streaming down my face getting lost in the rain drops.

“i was sick of waiting!” he yells frustrated removing his beanie and scrunching it up in his palms.

“you were sick of waiting?!- i drove upstate just to give you space to choose and you did and i came back- i came back for you” i continue to yell dropping to my knees.

my head falls into my hands as i realised that the whole time i was out betty had managed to get the jump on him.

“that’s different and you know it- you were in a coma! they told me that you’d probably never wake up- that you’d want me to be happy”

i stand up sniffling looking the boy dead in the eyes.

“i wanted you to be happy with me”.

and with that i turned onto my heels and took off running through the car park taking no caution when i fled across the road, horns blaring as i hopped into my mums car.

“i can’t stay here anymore”.

You Fit Me Better Than My Favorite Sweater  |  Part I


“I’m not late!”

Simon—A mess of heavy breathing and haphazardly tugged on clothing— slams down his satchel onto the table, a very subdued Izzy watching him with  a blasé upturn of the lips and  her chin cradled atop her palm. Not  so much as a flinch to indicate that she even noticed his antics. (Then again, if the same thing happens every morning—Simon supposes that one should become immune from the shock.)

“You know chico, the buss leaves the same time every morning and yet you’re still late every morning. Should I assume that you’re trying to tell me something? Like maybe you’re about  to drown in you’re serious lack of time management skills.”

Simon all but collapses into the seat besides her, readily accepting the spare coffee she tacitly  offers him without even bothering to look his way—Just like every morning. “You know Iz, our friendly neighborhood SpiderMan was once perpetually late to his own bus, and I think he’s doing just fine—I mean erm, deals with the devil incarnate and being cloned about a million times over—But all considered…He’s doing pretty good…”

“Hmm, so are you telling me instead that you’ve been bitten by some radioactive insect?” She interrogates with a playful craning of the brows.

“One, Not an insect. it was a spider…Hence Spiderman, and two, I would definitely tell you if a spider bit me…Considering that it’d be the most action I’ve gotten in weeks.”

Simon immediately regrets the joke once Izzy  gives him that one eyed squint that all the fucking Lightwoods seem to have mastered as a way to call someone out on their bullshit. “Well I  know for a fact that Karen Diaz is still completely smitten with you—you know if you ever gave her, or anyone for that matter, the time of day.”

Simon bristles. “And your point is?” He presses—Not seeing the actual correlation.

“Oh, nothing, just an observation,” her lips quirk up into a shit eating grin—And Simon knows that look—It’s the same look she gave him before telling Marcie Cartwright about his embarrassingly large  collection of comics because, “She’s not the right girl for you Si.” Or the time she forced him to kiss her full on the mouth in front  of the entire cafeteria sophomore year to prove that he really was more attracted by the idea of Isabell Lightwood, then her in all her raw glory. “I’d destroy you Lewis, you need someone soft and lovey-dovey.” (Basically it’s Izzy’s I’m gonna embarrass the fuck out of you so that you can realize something that is glaringly obvious if you weren’t so helplessly  inept look™.) “But now that I think of it,  I bet  your reticence towards any romantic endeavors   might be induced  by your  complete obsession  of a certain brother of mine?”

Simon’s blood runs cold—And honestly Izzy couldn’t even bother  giving Simon the decency of rubbing out the sleep in his eyes before she finds it fitting to mortify him. “Ah—I—I don’t even  know what your even talking about Iz—Have you gone insane since I last saw you yesterday? I mean do you have any brothers? I didn’t even notice that was a thing…Wow when’s class starting huh?“

“You’re a lying liar who lies!” She crows, emphatically waving her finger around his face. And well—Fuck Izzy Lightwood for Practically glowing with glee at his embarrassment.

But before Simon could even think of mustering a semi coherent retort, the shrill ringing of first period’s bell sings to him like a chorus of angels. “Oh thank God.” But Simon knows he’s not off the hook quite yet if the This is not over leer Izzy gives him indicates anything. (And honestly why did Simon have to go and surround himself with such an array of bad ass women who could eat him whole for breakfast.)

“Morning folks, and welcome to your last semester of senior year,” Luke claps everyone awake, greeting the class with his booming voice—A dopey grin lighting up his objectively handsome face—Just as it does every morning after he clicks off the line with his wife and Idris Institute’s art professor, Jocelyn Fray. It’s one of the many reasons why the entirety of the student body all but  gushes over their love sick tendencies—Simon excluded of course because they are basically his God parents, and ewwww. Simon does not need to imagine them murmuring sweet nothings to each other in the depths of the night—or especially not them doing  the nasty.

The class gives him half muddled greetings in return—Only and only because everyone and their grandmother loves Luke fucking Garroway, if it were any other professor Simon would pretty securely wager that the student body would remain the mindless zombies that all teenagers on the  precipice of adulthood are before they get their daily caffeine intake.

“Now I know that this is probably the time when you all check out—Most of you have gotten your college acceptance letters, or tickets to travel, or have secured a job,” he commences to stroll up and down the aisles of desks as he passes out a salmon toned rubric to everyone. “But allow me to remind  you that   this course can and will if need be, hold you back from graduating with your class. So I need you awake, attentive, and alert at all times for just a few more weeks. Does that sound fair?”

As if on queue, the door to the room swings open—A flurry of heart eyes, and raucous snickers tumbling across the threshold.

Magnus bane and Alec Lightwood are basically the epitome of what personifies that annoyingly perfect high school sweetheart trope that every lowly human craves to experience. Both unfairly good looking, both smart enough to have really intense arguments in the middle of lunch (Which Simon swears by his Seva’s grave is just a form of for play to them,) And both destined to win class cutest couple, get married, have a couple kids and own a vacation home in the South of France by the time their ten year high school anniversary comes around.

It’s kinda sickening if Simon is being honest—He’s definitely not resentful at how happy they look with a throbbing bruise already starting to purple on Alec’s neck, and Magnus’s ordinarily perfectly quaffed hair looking like a rabid beast had just ran it’s claws through it. Nope, definitely not resentful—Or envious—Or wishing he actually had a relationship himself to look that stupidly in love. (And  if Simon’s gaze subconsciously strays to the back of the room where one Jace Lightwood  makes it a  point to sequester off to every morning—Well Simon really can’t be held accountable for what his body does on instinct—Like how his heart may or  or may not  skip a beat when Jace’s fucking insanely beautiful  eyes glance up to meet Simon’s staring for or only a moment, or  how Simon’s palms become oddly clammy when he detects a distinctly Rosie hue touching the tops of Jace’s impossible cheekbones in response—Yeah, none of that is Simon’s fault, especially when taking into account how Jace looks like some sort of mother fucking amalgamation of James Dean and some etherial ass angel—Like the whole wings flapping, heavens shining type. (Golden aura and all.)

It’s really not fair.

Simon is only mildly aware of  Luke—With a fond sort of exasperation that tells Simon he’s still gonna vote for Magnus and Alec  for the superlative they so rightfully deserve—Tells them to take their seats. Simon only really tares away from the all too pleasant view of Jace when Izzy—With as much stealth as a pink elephant clambering through Time Square during rush hour—elbows him in the side, and god damn are those jujitsu classes really having an effect.

“Stop gawking at each other like nerds,” she mouths before settling back into her own seat.

Simon resents the idea that their at all nerds, (And besides nerds are totally back into the cute category in the mainstream.)  but nonetheless  he appreciates the fact that he wasn’t imagining how her brother  was holding Simon’s eyes with the same veracity. Even if that probably means little to nothing, While Simon was surely looking like a love sick pug, Jace probably just had on one of his patent “I’m gonna rip out your jugular with my teeth if you dare to talk to me,” looks, and Simon only didn’t notice because well—Jace is hotter than the actual fucking sun, with all his smoldering eyes, and rare smiles and impossibly soft looking hair that he always runs a hand through whenever he’s particularly focussed on a task or when he’s exasperated by one of his siblings antics.   Tie all that together with a body that’s all chorded muscle and bronze skin—and well, erm—Yeah—Jace is pretty fucking smoking if Simon has anything to say about it.

, Besides, Simon   has never been afraid of being burned just a little to get what he wants.)  

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The Parent Trap - Part Three

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,483

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Part One - Part Two

Summary: On a snow day, Mitchell asks to go to the park, but he’s got an ulterior motive.


   Monday comes, and it brings eight inches of snow with it, enough to close every school in the county. You and Mitchell indulge yourselves with extra sleep, and then you rise before him intending to make a pancake and bacon breakfast – one of the few things you can cook. Once the smell starts to waft down the hall, the nine-year-old shuffles out of his room sporting a bedhead and rumpled PJ’s.

   “Morning, sunshine.”

   “Morning, Mama.” He yawns.

   “Would you like your pancakes to look like anything special?”

   “Um, Mickey Mouse is fine.”

   “Taking it easy on me. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

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Silver Lining; Yoongi

In which vampire Yoongi is worried about his human but is bad at expressing it. Spin off of (x) where the doctor becomes the patient. 

Originally posted by lethargicmin

The phone in the corner of Namjoon’s cluttered desk rang once again, this time rather insistently so he had no choice but to terminate the offending noise,

“Hello?” Namjoon puffed out, more than slightly annoyed.

“Namjoon.” Yoongi greets from the other end, not bothering with a proper greeting “Where is (y/n)?” he questions, maintaining the usual icy cool tone but he still couldn’t hide the worry evident in them.

“Shouldn’t you know?” Namjoon whirls around in his spinning chair, taking the phone call as an excuse to slack off his new case.

“Don’t play games with me Kim Namjoon, you know damn well she doesn’t answer her phone when she’s working.” Yoongi growls from the speaker, stressing his current preoccupation.

“Well, if you must know she took the day off.” Namjoon says, as if this information was nothing new, needless to say Yoongi was not amused.

“Would you like to tell me why?” he sighs, already turning his car around.

She’s sick. I mean I thought that kid was inhuman but I guess she does have her off days too. Anyways, aren’t you supposed to be in Milan?” Namjoon questions but all to quickly realizes he’s talking to an empty line as the resounding beep rang throughout the office.

There’s a long pause before he puts the phone back in the receiver,

“Goddammit Min Yoongi.”

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#249 - For Helena & anonymous

Filling the prompt “Van loves this girl and they are in a relationship but she’s constantly pushes him away, and he feels like he’s just standing in the background, because she’s always depressed and stressed,. So Van, tries everything he can to make things work??” from @leatherjacketvan and “a fic about the readers mother being a rude person and her father being an amazing guy. She looks up to her father and is nothing like her mother. Can the reader and van be together, he’s like her dad, a great person, and she has a bad day, or her mother is rude, and she mistreats van then realizes she’s being like her mum, van should leave her but doesn’t and she does nice stuff to make it up?”

Note: To the Anon with the unkind mother, I am sorry she is like that. If you ever want to DM me and talk it out, I’m here for you.

Warnings: Anxiety, anxiety attacks, problematic mother/child relationship. 

The buildings were too tall, too unstable. Every time the wind picked up, you saw them sway and threaten to fall on you. Why wasn’t anyone else reacting? There were so many people and none of them seemed even remotely interested in the inevitable disaster.

Oh God, the fucking people.

As they walked by, their shoulders bumped against you. They crowded you. Overhearing conversations, each word hurt your ears. When did the city get so fucking populated? It was mid-morning; people were usually in their office cubicles by then. But there they were, tormenting you with their proximity and apathy and sounds and smells and existence. It was all so, so overwhelming.

It began to close in on you. You knew your triggers, crowds and people and feeling trapped, yet you had decided to venture out anyway. Some stupid post on the internet had resonated with you, and you had been guilted into at least trying a little self-love. Something nice. A trip into town to pick up a bath bomb and a new record or whatever. All you got for your efforts was an anxiety attack about to happen.

“Okay, okay,” you whispered to yourself between panicked breaths. What did you need? Maybe water. A distraction would be good. To sit. Yeah. The first thing you needed to do was the find somewhere calm to sit. You knew a park was close by but had stressed yourself into a state void of a sense of direction. Spinning around and around, you looked for a sign. For anything. But then, you collided with another person.

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Emmerdale Spoilers & Cast list 20-24 November

Monday 20 November

It’s over… Belle finds out Lachlan slept with a prostitute!

  • Having got wind of Lachlan’s bad behaviour, Aaron storms off and tells Belle. She reels as she learns her boyfriend has almost harmed his baby cousin Seb, and that he slept with a prostitute on his birthday! Suffice to say, their relationship is over. Later, Lachlan leaves Belle a voicemail saying ‘goodbye’ before picking up an electric drill, clearly intending to use it… What’s he planning to do?
  • Cain looks after his baby son Isaac for the day. His ex-wife Moira’s relieved to have some space from their newborn child but Cain’s on edge and snaps when Harriet voices her concern.
  • Wanting to spend time with her kids, Debbie turns down a lunch date with her richo boyfriend Tom, who’s not happy about being side-lined.

Tuesday 21 November

Caught out! Rebecca is on to scheming Robert in Emmerdale

  • The colour drains from Robert’s face when Rebecca tells him she’s just seen something which has led her to work out he’s been scamming her family. Panicked, Robert is trying to claw together an explanation to save himself when Chrissie bursts in, saying she thinks her son Lachlan has killed himself…
  • At Jacob’s Fold, Debbie’s new pad, a delivery arrives. It’s a set of furniture – a gift from Debbie’s rich boyfriend Tom. Seeing as he’s already bought her the house, which the independent mum wasn’t happy about, the gesture doesn’t go down well.
  • Struggling mum Moira admits that losing her daughter Holly, who died of a drugs overdose, has left her in constant fear that her baby son Isaac will be taken from her, too.

Wednesday 22 November

Debbie’s chuffed when new man Tom wows the Dingles

  • Given her messy romantic history, Debbie has taken it super-slow with new man Tom. Since splitting with Ross, she’s spent ages getting herself back on an even keel, focussing on her kids Sarah and Jack. But her romance with Tom has been hotting up and the time has come to intro her new man to her family. The Dingles aren’t the easiest crowd and given that Tom has got such a different background to hers, Debbie’s worried about it. But she needn’t. Tom wows them all. Win!
  • At Home Farm there’s still no sign of Lachlan and his mum Chrissie is going out of her mind. Rebecca tries to comfort her sister, who’s becoming more and more convinced her son Lucky has taken his own life.
  • Leyla lends Pete a shoulder to cry on. He’s desperately missing his little brother Finn. Can Leyla reassure Pete he couldn’t have done anything to save him? Is there something Pete isn’t telling his ex?

Thursday 23 November

Debbie panics Sarah has been killed when she is involved in a horrible accident

  • Debbie flies into a panic when Tom takes her daughter Sarah out quadbiking and there’s an accident. It’s bad. Sarah has been knocked unconscious, leaving Debbie fearing the worst for her child.
  • Elsewhere in the village, another mum is in crisis. Lachlan still hasn’t showed up and fraught Chrissie is trying to put on a brave face. But Rebecca and Lawrence aren’t fooled by her act.
  • Bernice breaks out in hives when Jimmy and Nicola start spending the cash they hoodwinked from dead Mrs Dumphreys. Having never felt right about taking the old lady’s winnings after her shock death in the salon, Bernice is sure the money is cursed.  

:::: Episode 2 ::::

  • While Nicola and Jimmy have earmarked all sorts of things they’d like to splash Mrs Dumphreys’ cash on, Bernice feels sick at the thought. The salon owner has never been comfortable with taking money from the OAP – who died in the salon after a big win on the horses – even though Nicola and Jimmy have done their best to justify it. The guilt becomes literally written all over Bernice’s face as she comes out in hives because of the stress of it all!
  • Following the quad-biking accident, Sarah comes round and is distressed to find herself in hospital.
  • At Home Farm, Chrissie beats herself up about her son Lachlan, who hasn’t been seen for days. The mum is convinced he’s taken his own life and feels responsible.

Friday 24 November

It’s a fix… Bernice rigs a raffle to right a wrong in Emmerdale

  • At the salon, Bernice has a plan. She wants shot of dead Mrs Dumphreys’ money and has decided a rigged raffle is the best way to get it to its rightful owner. But who is that person? And why, when it’s all ready to go, does Bernice pipe up with another suggestion at the eleventh hour?
  • Lachlan is still missing and Chrissie, who believes her son has taken his own life, is a woman on the edge. Gerry proves he has a heart when he starts to feel guilty about the situation.
  • Bob finds himself in a deep hole when he realises he’s forgotten Brenda’s birthday. Can he rectify things?

Cast List

  • Aaron Dingle Danny Miller
  • Adam Barton Adam Thomas
  • Belle Dingle Eden Taylor-Draper
  • Bernice Blackstock Samantha Giles
  • Bob Hope Tony Audenshaw
  • Brenda Walker Lesley Dunlop
  • Cain Dingle Jeff Hordley

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A Ghost of Love & Madness

Hey guys, so I’ve always loved Mad Hatter as a character and the moment I found out Sebastian Stan (whom I adore) played the Mad Hatter in Once Upon A Time I kinda lost my shit! Hahaha! Anyway, since I have yet to find any good Mad Hatter/Jefferson X OFC story I decided to make my own, and this story just flooded into my head! It’s been a long time in the making and thankfully I think this story has finally gotten me out of my writing slump! So hopefully I’ll be continuing with requests soon! Damn, this story ended up being 39 pages! Damn! Ha! All that said, I hope you guys enjoy!

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Creepypasta #681: Rosie Hates The Horses

Story length: Very Long

I stand outside the house each day, just watching. Long enough that I’m sure the neighbors think there’s something wrong with me, something off about my family.

We’re the new family here, the ones that are jarring against the endless rows of white picket fences and perfectly crisp lawns. We worked our asses off to afford it, and our car isn’t as new and shiny as the others around here. It’s a few years too old, too scratched, not quite the top of the line.

Less than a week ago, this would have played on my mind, there would have been spreadsheets and budgets and trying to squeeze extra dollars out of our pay check for a car loan.

It had been so important to fit in. Being able to nod ever so slightly at the guy next door as we each tended our lawns on a Sunday morning. Not a wave or a smile, just a subtle nod. Just enough for him to know he was acknowledged, but that we belonged here, too.

But now there were no nods, no spreadsheets, no tending to the lawn.

We moved here with our beat up car and worried we didn’t fit in. We sent our daughter Katie off to daycare, the most expensive one around. All the nearby kids went there, and then off to the private school with its waiting lists and staggering enrolment fees.

We didn’t worry about Katie. She’s always been a sturdy kid. A happy, easygoing kid, who makes friends as easily as any other four year old.

She came back from that first day quieter than normal. Only enough that we barely noticed, and quickly dismissed it as being tired. I asked how her day was and she shrugged, her mother Lou mimicking her shrug from behind her.

“I don’t know what happened. Probably just a big day.” Lou said as we finally got to bed, Katie fast asleep in her own room.

This happened each day we sent her to daycare. We didn’t send her every day, just a few times a week. On the days at home after a quiet time in the morning, my wife said it was like she shook it off, whatever it was. And then she’d play and laugh and be our monkey again.

The following week we sent her for three consecutive days. We were busy.

So busy and so tired we barely registered how much our daughter faded. The first day… Hell, even the second day… We dismissed it.

Just tired.

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Tomato Soup Part 1

Originally posted by forever-winter-wonderland

Summary: If you weren’t trapped in your home because of a cold, the several feet of unshoveled snow definitely confined you until Father Dean shows up to offer some much needed service. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, 

Content: Fluff

Word Count: 863


A.N: This is going to be a two parter cause I actually had to shovel some snow today which took up a lot of time, as inspired by a story conversation with @lipstickandwhiskey

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The Prince and the Pauper {V Fanfic}

Ch. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Word Count: 3544

You let out a small sigh as you tied the apron around your waist, closing your work locker and making your way out to the counter. It was Wednesday, which meant it has been three days since you started going to school and approximately five days since you met Taehyung. In those three days of extreme socializing with the three boys, you found yourself warming up to them. But the constant stares and whispers about who you were and how you quickly got to know the three was starting to grate on your nerves. You began to wish they’d just straight out ask you how instead of assuming things like “oh, maybe she’s Taehyung’s new fiancée” or “Oh, maybe she and Jimin are going out” or even (the most ridiculous one in your opinion) “maybe she’s Jungkook’s sister”. You couldn’t continue to think about such things though; you did have to work after all.

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anonymous asked:

Okay. He is a little bit confused because Maeve was his love of his life but she lied to him about she is alive and he married with another woman and Maeve wants him back but he can't do that because he loves his wife. What about this?

Alright, I think I understand what you are wanting, so I will give it a try.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

Giggling, you toss yourself around in bed as Spencer tickles you.

“Spencer, stop it!” you yelp, kicking and bobbing, trying to get away from him.

“No, I love your laugh!” he yells atop of your voice, pulling you back every time you try to get away.  He was addicted to your smile, and after cases like this, he wanted all of it that he could get.

“Spencer!” you shriek, hoping that he will stop.

Ding dong.

Furrowing your brow, you turn to Spencer.  “Are you expecting anyone?”

“No…” he trails off, shuffling around for his gun.

“Spencer!  Just go look through the peephole!” you exclaim.

Holding up his hand, he takes his gun with him to the door.

“Who is it?” Spencer calls out.

“Um…a surprise…?”

Watching Spencer’s gun clatter to the floor, you pull on your nightgown, throw your robe over your shoulders, and run to pick it up.  With Spencer rooted in his place, you pick up the phone, ready to dial 911.

“Spencer?” the voice calls out again, “It’s…um…it’s Maeve.”

Pausing mid-dial, your eyes widen.  You knew that name, and he knew that voice.  That…that woman.  The woman that he loved…that you helped him recuperate from.

But she was dead?

“I uh…I was hoping we could talk?” she asks nervously through the door.

Taking him by the hand, you lead a shell-shocked Spencer to the couch, sitting him down before you scurry to the door.  You glance down at your engagement ring, sighing as you take it off and place it in the toss-bowl on the mantle beside the door.

Opening the door, you stand there, face-to-face, with the original.  The one that preceded you.  The one whose name he screamed out at night…whose face he would see in the mirror…whose presence he mourned.

And here she was.  Beautiful as the moon and radiant as the sun.

And so much smarter than you.

“Oh…” she says, a little disappointed, “I’m uh…I’m looking for a Dr. Spencer Reid.  It’s this, um…has he moved?”

“No…I-I-I mean, no ma’am, he has not,” you say, ushering her into Spencer’s apartment, “He’s right there on the couch.”

Eyeballing you curiously as she walks in, her smile returns as she sees Spencer on the couch.

Watching her as she shuffles over and sits down, she puts her hand on Spencer’s knee.  You watch as he turns his head slowly towards her, tears falling down over his cheeks.

“Hey there,” she soothes, rubbing his knee a little too sensually, “I…uh…I have some explaining to do.”

“Yes…yes, you do,” Spencer breathes.

As you head into his kitchen, you brew a pot of coffee and place two mugs, some sugar, and some creamer onto a tray to take over to them.  You knew that this was going to be not only a pivotal moment for the two of you, but for Spencer in general, and you wanted to give them the time that they needed.

The time that he needed.

Setting the pot of coffee down in between the two mugs, you carry they tray over and set it on the coffee table before reaching out and taking Spencer’s hand to squeeze lightly.

“If you need me, for anything, I’ll just be in the room,” you coo, flashing him a light smile before walking over into the bedroom.

Feeling Maeve’s eyes follow you, you close the door and sit beside it, pressing your ear against the little opening you left.

“You…I watched you die,” Spencer croaks out.

“I know,” she says.

“H-how…” you hear him gulp, trying to hold back…what was that?…anger?

“It’s a long, long story that involved some very talented doctors and some very sly movements on my part before she pulled the trigger,” she says.  You hear Spencer gasp, but you don’t know why.

“Yeah, that’s where the bullet actually penetrated,” you hear her say.

Furrowing you brow, you shift your position, your butt falling numb.

“3 years,” you hear him choke out.


“Three years!” you hear him roar, followed by a crash, which you can only assume is the coffee mug he must have been holding.

Hearing Maeve gasp, you see that she tries to reach out her hand for his, but he yanks away.  Feeling a bit of pride well in your chest, you crack the door open a bit more.

“Spencer, I-”

But all Spencer did was hold his hands up to stop her.

“For three years I grieved.  Three years I had nightmares…I cried myself to sleep…I even used all the leave I had ever saved up, because I couldn’t bring myself to come to work.”

Seeing Maeve dip her head, you hear her whisper something.

“What?” Spencer asks, his eyes wide.

“I still love you,” she lifts her head to meet his eyes, “I…I want to come home,” she trembles.

Seeing Spencer’s facial features soften, your stomach starts to tumble.

Here it is.  The moment of truth.

“I loved you for three years,” Spencer lowers his voice.  You could hear the hurt in his breathing, and it made you sick, “I thought of every vacation we would never took, every date we would never had, every child we would never bear…”

Feeling tears sting the back of your eyes, you stand to your feet.

“…a-a-a-…and all of this time, you could have re-emerged,” his tone of voice strengthened, “You could have called, written…you didn’t have to walk up to my door step.  Just something…anything.  A picture…a postcard…something!”

Hearing his voice growing, you put your hand on the doorknob, ready to intrude the moment this got to be too much.

“But you left me alone.  Alone and afraid and terrified and depressed.  And you chose to stay that way.”

“There’s a reason I sw-”

“No, let me finish,” he declares.

“There’s a woman who came into my life a couple of years ago.  A woman who took care of me when I was sick, and held me when I couldn’t sleep, and came over at 2 am when I would be stunned awake from a nightmare.  A woman who constantly helped me and never attempted to change me during one of the most nightmarish times in my life…”

As tears rim your eyes again, you let them freely fall down your rosy cheeks.

“…and that woman, once again, was the woman who opened this door.  The woman who took the reigns when I was rooted to the floor, unable to move.  The woman who took off her engagement ring and put it in a bowl, hidden from view, so that you would say what you needed to…without hesitation…and left this room with us in it so that I could gain closure.”

“E-engagement ring…” Maeve stammers, shock flooding her system.

“I couldn’t wait for a dead woman, Maeve,” he says flatly, looking towards his bedroom door, “And that woman in there, who is no doubt trying to listen to this entire conversation, is willing herself to not come out and defend herself…is willing herself to stay put even though she wants to come in here and mark me as her own in front of the only other woman I have ever devoted myself to.”

And for the first time since this entire encounter, Maeve’s eyes mist over.

“And for you to think, that after three solid years without you, that I would drop whatever was in my life and return to you not only speaks volumes of the person you really are, but shouts legends of the person you believe me to be.”

As Maeve’s jaw drops to the floor, Spencer walks over to his bedroom door and pushes it open.

“Could you come out here?” he asks you, taking your hand in his.

“This,” he turns around, holding your hand in his, “is Y/F/N Y/L/N, and she is my fiancee,” he declares as he raises your intertwined hands for Maeve to behold.

Watching Spencer closely, he goes and gets your ring from the bowl that you tossed it in earlier.

“And this,” he holds up your ring, “is a promise that I made to her.  A promise to love her, and cherish her, and support her throughout her entire life.  To be her number one fan, to take care of her when she can’t take care of herself, and above all, to be faithful to her, even in the darkest of times.”

As he walks back over to your side, he slides the ring back on your finger, smiling at you as he does.

“These are promises that I would have given to you, fully and completely, without a second thought,” he states as he turns back to Maeve, who has been stunned into silence, “but you weren’t here.”

“Spencer, I’ll do anything…anything it takes.  Just, take me back.  For these past three years, you were all I thought about.  All I dreamed about.  All I loved.  Coming back here,” she gestures around her, “it was for you.”

Furrowing your brow in pity, you start to find some sympathy for the young woman.  You couldn’t imagine what this entire ordeal had done to her, but you couldn’t help but feel insulted at the idea she was suggesting…that somehow, she was better for Spencer than you are.

“And if you love me the way you say you still do, then you will want to see me happy,” Spencer muses.

“I want to see you happy with me,” she whispers, casting her eyes down to the ground.

“That’s not love,” you say, speaking for the first time since you had left the room.

As Maeve shoots her eyes up at you, she lets her tears continue to fall.

“That’s selfish,” you urge.

Feeling Spencer squeeze your hand, he walks back over to Maeve and puts his hand on the small of her back.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” he says, dipping down and lightly kissing her cheek.

Spencer ushers her out the door with a longer-than-comfortable hug, then comes back and wraps his arms back around you, picking you up and carrying you back to the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” you say, situating yourself under the covers alongside him.

“About what?” he asks.

“About the choice you just made…me over her.”

And as Spencer grins, pulling your face in for a kiss, he runs his hand up your long, smooth leg, pulling you close and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he mumbles.

The Problem with John

So I’ve had some more time to think about S4, and while I am more sanguine about S4 than some fans, and I can see some of the good stuff, I do have some reservations. The biggest relates to our dearest John Watson.

I know many people have been saying this, or something like it, for a couple of weeks now, but if S4 really is this—just this and nothing more—here is my question for Mofftiss: What was John for?

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