this was supposed to look a lot better but life is full of disappointments

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.

anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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Clueless

Summary: Movie AU. Inspired by Clueless - A high society boy and a do-gooder-type girl find love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 8,328 (*Cher voice* WHATEVER)

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of aggressive behavior, a (non-armed) robbery, drinking, oh, and mean people really freaking suck

A/N: I was going to post this in parts, but the deadline is fast approaching. This is for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s “Tay’s AU Movie Writing Challenge.” Sorry if you’re disappointed, I never follow the movie plots exactly. Clueless was a lot harder to write than I thought!

Originally posted by coporolight

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Winchester’s Don’t Take Orders

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: After a tough hunt, an argument ensues

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little angst, light swearing, otherwise justsome fluff I guess

A/N: Thanks to @nickiwinchester97 for helping me and sending me to bed. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

You were finally back at the motel. The hunt had been exhausting and more difficult than expected, and even though you’d been successful, you and your brothers were in a bad mood. 


“Guys, I’m starving.” Sam announced while Dean let himself fall face front into one of the beds.

“Me too” you replied, extending your hand towards Dean for the car keys. “I can get some Burgers and stuff at the diner down the road.”

Instead of handing you the keys, Dean grumbled and stood up again. “There’s no way I’ll let you drive baby. I can go and get food.”

“What?” you asked a little bit confused. You’d driven the Impala before, Dean had taught you and you’ve also got your driver’s license. Something about his tone was provoking you.

“What’s wrong with you? So you don’t even trust me enough to let me drive the damn car?”

“Yeah, I don’t. Why should I? On the hunt you didn’t even stay back when I asked you too. How the hell am I supposed to trust you then?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. Anger started to float through you and you tried to let it cover up the pain you felt at Dean’s words.

“Of course I didn’t stay back when that thing was coming at you from behind. Should I just have let you die?”

“No, goddammit! You should’ve done what I said. We had everything under control, Sam would have gotten it. But thanks to you, it didn’t work out, and now he’s hurt!”

Dean gesticulated towards his younger brother who was sitting at the small table, carefully stitching up a cut on his left arm.

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anonymous asked:

“do it. i dare you.” Jumin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Anonymous: How about an MC/Jumin/V fic where Jumin gets jealous because V is showing signs that he likes MC as well? c:


#5

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Characters: Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim (V) and Reader/MC/You
a|n i merged two requests at once! i hope you guys enjoy this mini-fic i made with V in it for the second time around chus!!


The lights were dimmed and the center-stage was filled with nothing but spotlights. The dancing luminescence highlighted the prepossessing orchestrated patterns spread out and beautifully put together to showcase the ones who would stand upon the silver platform. A rostrum, layers of the alluring flora lined up to form a garden of blossoms to match the crème de la crème audience. A neatly arranged drapery of a midnight blue color hugged the sides of the stage, demonstrating how it was exquisitely done just for this event.

The nude and intricate detailing of the walls matched how heavily victorian-inspired the entire setting have become. It became royally drafted that only the finest of suits and dresses would deem allowed to roam the great halls. It was a good thing that you took the heed of wearing the item Jumin asked you to wear. The least you can do is to let yourself freely roam around the glamorous milieu without succumbing your presence from the others.

You felt proud of yourself. Above all, it was you who worked hard to put everything together. For someone who was only forced and pushed to arrange this fundraiser as a starter, you had done well.

“It’s beautiful.” A voice behind you whispered, the small resounding click of something hitting the marbled floor with ease accompanied his foot steps. You turned yourself to see a certain turquoise-haired man with a look that was ever so peaceful and welcoming. “And of course, breathtaking.”

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AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your skin (bc every fandom should have one and this is my favourite fic trope ever)


Jack gets his words when he’s five years old. At first, he’s kind of confused.

“Maman,” he says, tugging at his mother’s shirt where she sits at the dining room table. He holds his arm up for her to see. “Je ne comprends pas!”

Alicia Zimmermann starts when she sees the words now permanently inked on her son’s forearm. They’re written in a loopy, pretty script down the middle of his arm, stark against his pale skin. She smiles when she reads the words – English, which he hasn’t yet learnt to read – and pulls him up into her lap. She holds his arm gently in her hands, and he pokes at the words suspiciously.

“Qu-est ce que c’est, Maman?”

“It’s your words,” she explains. “They’re the words that will tell you who your soulmate is.”

“Je-“

“Jack,” he looks away from his arm to meet her gaze, his confusion evident. Alicia pulls her jumper to expose her collarbone and the words written there. The handwriting is one Jack knows, recognizes pretty quickly as his father’s, but he’d never really considered the fact that the messy scrawl on his mother’s skin was actually written by his papa. “Everyone gets them at some point or other. Most people get them when their soulmate is born, but not always. Sometimes it’s a little later, or a little earlier, but the point is, there’s someone out there waiting for you.” She lets her jumper sit back in place and runs a gentle hand through her son’s messy black hair. “One day you’ll meet someone who says those words to you. You’ll know they’re your soulmate because it’ll be the first thing they say. Somewhere on their body will be the first words you’ll say to them.” Jack looks thoughtful.

“What do my words say, Maman?”

“Are you sure you can’t work it out?” Jack looks at his arm again, brow furrowed in concentration. His English reading ability is poorer than his French, and the handwriting is a bit too cursive for someone as young as him, but he’s always been determined. Alicia waits patiently as Jack mouths the words slowly, working them out in his head, trying to sound the letters into something he understands.

It’s five minutes before he smiles again, clearly pleased with himself. Whatever he’s worked out is evidently a sentence he understands from the way he bounces excitedly.

“Maman, I know what they’re saying!”

“You know what your soulmate is saying?”

“Oui. I know what they will say.” He takes a deep breath as he looks back down at his arm, running a small finger underneath the words as he reads them carefully out loud. His mother praises his reading, and after a few more minutes of questions about soulmarks the day returns to normal.

It’s only later, when he’s curled up in bed with his stuffed whale toy tucked against his body that he remembers the words again. He pulls back the sleeve of his pajamas to see the words still stark and clear on his skin, even in the low glow from his night light. He whispers them into the air wondrously. For all his excitement now, over the coming years his faith that the words will be spoken with good intention fade and fade as he learns more about the world.

By the time he’s fifteen he covers the words in a long arm sleeve specially designed to hide soulmarks. He only takes it off to shower, and never lets Kent see what’s beneath it. His mother tries to broach the topic once, suggests carefully that soulmarks are rarely ever said in the way one thinks, but his anger makes her sigh and leave it alone. She does encourage him to see a new therapist though, increasingly aware of his unimpeded anxiety over soulmarks and everything else. He feels guilty at his reaction to her concern so he reluctantly agrees to talk to someone about it. They’re better than the last one, and though they specialize in soulmate-related anxiety they quickly latch on to the fact that there are a lot more pressing things endangering Jack’s mental health. His visits are upped to thrice a week, and his prescription is swapped for something less intensive. It doesn’t rid him of anxiety, but it does help. He ends up making some changes to his life that help to lift some of the weight off his shoulders, and everything begins to feel more manageable.

When he’s drafted first pick to the Providence Falconers he’s in a tentatively good place. He’s happy about his team, pleased for Kent as he heads to Las Vegas with the Aces, and feels surprisingly positive despite the pressure the draft had put on him. The future looks brighter, clearer, and as he settles in during his first night in his new Providence apartment, he feels the urge to look at his words for the first time in years.

They still sting when he sees them, an old wound reopened, but he takes deep breaths. The writing is prettier than he remembers, and he almost chuckles at the thought that there’s someone out there with his god-awful handwriting on their body. He sobers up almost instantly, though, running a finger across the words like he did so many years ago. He knows what they mean: that his soulmate doesn’t want him, that he’s a disappointment, that he’s never going to have a relationship like his mother and father do with his soulmate. As he stares at the words he thinks that at least now he can probably deal with it. He’s got a great team and a promising future; a best friend; a much less strained relationship with his father. He knows, now, that he’s not a disappointment to his parents, even if he is to himself or his soulmate. He lives in a nice apartment in a nice area. He thinks he might get a dog.

Despite the hurt they cause, Jack finds himself pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his words, closing his eyes for a brief moment, desperately trying and failing to imagine a way someone could say these words and still want him.

Oh no, he recites in his head, those words that have been impossible to forget, it can’t be you.

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Someday, I’ll see you again

Someday, I’ll see you again ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Setting : End of first movie to start of second movie

****Requested: Yes


“Hurry up, you slowpoke!” Y/N shouted, looking behind her to see Edmund sitting still on his horse.

“Just… Taking a breather.” Edmund said, gesturing to Phillip.

“You stay back and I’ll catch the white stag myself.” Lucy and Susan mocked as they arrived, their horses skidding to a stop beside Y/N.

“Honestly, brother. You should be the one to care for your wife in these situations, not the other way around!” Peter snorted, appearing alongside his sisters.

“Ah, but my husband is old now. I’m afraid he’s not as agile as he used to be back then.” Y/N teased smirking over at Edmund. “I’m fine, though. I understand you completely, love.”

Edmund made a face at his wife before looking at the huge black metal pole beside him.

“A tree made of metal?” He muttered quite loudly.

Lucy gasped and dismounted her horse to run up and touch the so-called tree.
“I think it’s called a lantern?” Y/N said, causing the four to look at her in confusion. “What? I have a slight memory of it. After all, it IS in Lantern Waste, is it not?”

The four nodded in understanding.

“It’s like I’ve seen this before, though.” Lucy whispered. “Like, in a dream.”
“Or in a dream of a dream.” Edmund added.

Lucy gasped and opened her mouth in excitement. “Spare Oom!”

The others looked at each other in confusion.

Lucy ran off into a small passageway of pinecones.

“Lucy!” Y/N shrieked and dismounted her horse and ran after the excited queen.

“Y/N!” Edmund and his siblings followed suit and sprinted after Lucy and Y/N.
However, they were surprised when they all fell back in the 1950s, back in their original ages when they entered Narnia.

Edmund’s eyes immediately scanned his siblings and darted around the room, not even aware of the ongoing conversation between Peter and Professor Kirke.

“I’m not sure you’ll believe us, sir.” He heard Peter say in his panicking state.

“Try me.” Professor said with a smile, throwing the ball at the siblings at the exact time Edmund stood up.

Edmund hastily batted away the ball, much to everyone’s shock, and ran back inside the wardrobe.

“Edmund?” Lucy asked when she heard Edmund shouting, pounding and kicking the back of the wooden wardrobe.

Peter walked in the wardrobe and dragged him back. “Edmund, calm down.”

“Let me go! I have to go back!” Edmund screamed and flailed in Peter’s arms.

“Edmund! What in the name of Aslan came over you?” Susan said before whipping around to look at the Professor who smiled at her and gestured at her brother.

“Edmund, what’s bothering you?” Peter asked once the brunette boy calmed down.

Edmund looked down and took a sharp breath before he raised his head, looked his older brother in the eyes with the fierce glare that can be received from only the finest warrior, diplomat and one of the finest kings that Narnia has experienced.

Peter barely had the time to gulp before Edmund growled with rage.

“Where the hell is my wife?


Y/N woke up under her bed.

"What…?” She breathed before crawling out and widening her eyes at the cream walls surrounding her.

She was not in Narnia anymore.

She was back home, in 2016.

2016… Boy, she had a lot of adjusting to do.

As she stood there, the door slammed open, revealing a small girl.

“Y/N!”

Y/N twirled to see her little sister holding a small device.

Oh, right. I have a phone.

Y/N smiled and took the device. “Thank you, sister. I must rest, I’ve had a rough day today. I’ll see you at dinner, I presume?”

Y/N’s sister looked at her in confusion before shrugging and walking away while shouting. “You’re unusually nice today. I like it. See ya at dinner, sis.”
Y/N sighed and closed the door.

Feeling a familiar weight, Y/N looked down at her hand and was surprised to see a silver wedding ring.

Hers and Edmund’s.

She smiled knowingly and looked our her bedroom window.

“I know I’ll see you again. Someday, I will. I know I will. I have to see you again.”

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The Last Pit part 2/2 - Batmom x Batfamily

Finally, here’s the second part. Sorry for the delay, it’s not even that I lacked inspiration, I just got caught in a lot of other stuffs :-). I let you guys choose the ending, between a happy or a sad one…and I’m not gonna tell you which one I decided to write ;-). Surprise. I might have not listen to what you asked… Anyway, I hope you guys will like it ! And that you won’t be disappointed

As usual, feedbacks are very welcome

PART 1                

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It’s his son’s screams, that haunt him the most. The blood splattered on his face. Each of his actions mirroring his own when he was but an eight year old child witnessing his own parent’s murder…

It’s also the fact that he couldn’t even say goodbye, couldn’t even see your face full of life before you died…You were gone before he reached you, could life be more cruel ? 

Yes. It could. It could by constantly torturing him with nightmares of this fateful night. By torturing him with vivid nightmares, not missing any details of what happened, and making him wake up in a start at his son’s screams, screaming himself. 

That night wasn’t an exception. Once again he got the same bad dreams. Once again he woke up, screaming his pain, crying the loss of the love of his life. 

From his bedroom, Damian could hear his father’s distress…and he couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight had to be the night. 

Making sure to not make any suspicious noise while going down to the batcave (though he doubt his father would even notice), he goes to join his brothers who are getting ready to go out and patrol. To take their mind off of their father’s pain, off of their own pain, and to not think much about your death. 

They barely notice their youngest brother coming in, about ready to take off, when his voice, implacable, almost like daring them to resist him, resonate in the cave : 

-We’re leaving now. 

They turn to Damian, surprised, a bit confused as to what he’s talking about. Tim, being the quickest thinker, understands first and says : 

-We’re not ready Dams. We need to prepare so many things still ! If we’re going into this unprepared, then we’re as good as dead too, and everything will be useless. We don’t know how many people your grandfather left to…

-I don’t care Tim ! I want my mom back, and I can’t bear father’s screams every night !! I WANT HER BACK ALRIGHT ?! LET’S GO NOW ! 

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I should probably warn you that: 1. The idea is very old; 2. I mostly write stuff so I can push character limits, and here I clearly pushed too hard. Basically, expect lots of OOC.


Title: Think Before You Speak

Fandom: MommaCQ (belongs to @alainaprana)

Wordcount: 983

Warnings: OOC; mentions of injury and hospitalization; blatant angst.

Summary: Error hates the hospital.

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Everything Has Changed - Part Two | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by purple-pizzaprincess

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After finally coming face to face with Jughead after six years you don’t get the reception you’d exactly wanted.

Warnings: #angstyjughead

Word Count: 2162

A/N: I am sorry this is so long, omg. I tried to cut it down but I don’t want to rush straight into everything because I know personally I like seeing things progress and stuff, y’know. BUT ANYWAY. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think <3

 PART ONE | PART THREE

It felt like time had come to a stand still as you stared across from each other. Six years. That’s how long it had been since you’d laid eyes on each other. By sheer coincidence you’d sat yourself down next to the person you’d been looking forward to seeing for all those years. He was so different yet the more you looked at him, the more you saw that he was still Jughead. He was still that boy that had made your childhood years the best they possibly could be. All you wanted to do was speak and say something but nothing came to mind. What were you even supposed to say to someone you hadn’t seen in six years? A simple hello definitely wouldn’t suffice. Thankfully for you Jughead was the first to speak up, his voice so quiet you barely caught it.

“You still have it,” he stated, his eyes locked back onto your necklace. Out of habit, your hand went to grip the little crown as you moved your gaze to glance at it too then back up to Jughead.

“Yeah. I… haven’t taken it since the day you gave me it.” Admitting that might have sounded really lame to some people but it meant the world to you. It was the one thing you had left to remind you of him and your past life in Riverdale.

For a moment you were sure you saw the hints of a smile forming on his face. He looked away from the necklace back up to you. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

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Strangers PT.6

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3] [PT.4] [PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7END]


Originally posted by meanyoongis

Namjoon’s p.o.v 

I stood outside of the cafe, all covered up waiting for her arrival. I still felt bitter about our conversation last night, if it wasn’t obvious enough already anyone could probably tell that I was jealous. Jealous of the guy that Y/N misses. Jealous of someone I don’t even know. I wanted to see Y/N, I wanted to finally meet her in person and I was excited that I’m finally getting the opportunity to do so but I couldn’t take my mind off the idea that there’s someone better in her eyes, someone that has overtaken me to reach her heart. But so what if there’s someone she’s interested in? That shouldn’t bother me because she doesn’t know I have feelings for her, but it does. It shouldn’t have anything to do with me because it’s her life and her choices, but I want it to be. 

I could feel my stomach doing flips inside of me. I was nervous to meet her for the first time, did people still do this kind of thing? Where they meet people online or something and meet up in person? Well I suppose it is the 21st century so I’d expect it to still exist. Just, I never expected myself to be in this situation.

It wasn’t long after I had sat down that I saw a petite figure walking in my direction from across the street. It was her. It was Y/N, the girl who was heading directly towards me without stopping is the girl I’ve been dying to meet. She was even prettier in person, and seeing her made my heart flutter. As cheesy and lame as that sounds, it was true. Her style was simple yet elegant, dressed in a flowing summer dress with a cropped denim jacket, some heeled sandals and a few accessories. Her hair was a light brown, long and slightly curly at the end. Her makeup was natural, she looked almost the same as she does when she’s barefaced, the makeup only enhanced her features. I didn’t even realise I was watching her so intently until she waved her hand in front of my face.

“It’s Namjoon in there right?” She questioned and giggled at the same time. 

“I- uh- yeah, hi.” I stammered.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, do you always go out dressed like this?’

“You too, you look beautiful by the way and yeah I kinda have to since I have to avoid being caught especially when I’m out meeting such a pretty lady.”

“You’re full of sweet compliments today aren’t you Joon?” 

“I can’t help it, these thing just naturally fall outta my mouth when I see you.” 

“How about we go somewhere with less people since you must be suffocating in there.” She mentions, referring to the mask and hat I’m currently hiding behind.

“That’d be great.” 

We started walking, and neither of us spoke a word. She lead the way and I would follow by her side. Even though I’m supposed to be enjoying myself, meeting the girl I’ve been wanted to see for so long was supposed to be the best experience but I couldn’t help but think of last night’s conversation. I must have been frowning because when Y/N turned to look at me she said;

“Is everything okay? You don’t look too happy.” She had a hint of disappointment in her voice, which made me feel bad.

“No, no of course I’m happy.” I said almost too quickly.

“Are you sure? I mean if you’re not having a good time, we could just go our separate ways.” 

“Y/N, I swear I’m enjoying every second with you.” She tried holding back a smile, and nodded in response.

“We’re almost there.” I was too busy thinking to even realise where we had walked to. A few metres ahead were two rows of trees, that didn’t seem to have an end to it, with a path down the middle. Since it was summer, the trees were a vibrant green. The scenery was breathtaking. 

“Not a lot of people come here, so it’s always very quiet. It’s as if no one knows this place exists which is a shame because it’s so beautiful.” She explained as she carried on walking forwards. She started to walk ahead of me, reaching one end of where the rows of trees begin before I did. 

She turned back round and smiled at me. Her smile itself was even more breathtaking than the scenery I had before me. 

“Come on slow coach, I want to show you something.” She took ahold of my hand and started to drag me towards a bench. Around the bench were buckwheat flowers surrounding it. She took careful steps and took a seat, letting go of my hand in the process. I proceeded to follow her actions and took a seat beside her. 

“Do you know what these flowers are?” She asks me, whilst pointing towards the ground.

“Buckwheat flowers, why?” 

“Do you know what they mean?” 

“Well, in Goblin it means lover.” 

“Ah so you know your dramas huh?”

“Of course, why do you ask anyway?”

“Mmm, no reason.” Her response, somewhat disappointed me, as if I was expecting a confession when she had asked what it meant. 

“You’re making that frowny face again.” She looked down, and bit the inside of her left cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay, let’s just go.” She stood up ready to leave, but I took her hand in mine and pulled her back down onto the bench. Her face now only a few centimetres away from mine.

“Don’t go.” Her eyes were looking directly at mine, whilst mine where looking back and forth from her lips and her eyes. The temptation to kiss her was killing me. 

“If you’re going to make a move then do it.” She was bold, just like she always has been. But I couldn’t do it. I’m not the one she likes, so why would she ask me to kiss her? I pulled away, resisting my own temptations.

“I can’t.” 

“What do you mean you can’t? You’re acting real strange today, I mean I know it’s our first time meeting but we’ve talked for a while now and facetimed a lot so why does it feel so awkward and weird? Don’t you like me at all?” 

“I do, that’s why I can’t do this. I like you more than you think and I don’t want to get hurt.” 

“Why would you get hurt?”

“Because there’s already someone else you like. You told me last night that there was someone you were missing, I don’t want anything to happen between us if I’m not the one you want. That’s why I’ve been acting so off - because I can’t get your words out of my mind and it stings. It stings because I’ve fallen for you, whilst you’ve fallen for somebody else.” 

“Who said I’d fallen for somebody else?” 

“You did!”

“I didn’t Namjoon, I said that there is someone I miss and I never clarified who that someone was, but if you really want to know then that someone was you…”


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- adore you by isthatyoularry (66k) **

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

- through eerie chaos by mediawhore (102k) ******* (super uper fave)

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

- the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (150k)

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

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Misunderstandings

A/N: I’m sorry if there’s typos, it’s four in the morning and I just had to finish it! I hope y’all enjoy x

Word count: 4953 (looong)

After Zane had received notice that the group of five would have to move out by the end of their lease due partly to the numerous complaints from neighbours about noise and unnecessary disruptions but overall because of the 1,400 pounds of dry ice they had dumped into their pool, Toddy had the genius idea of throwing a celebratory party for all of the good times they’d experienced at their shared residence.  The boys were immediately on board and decided to throw the biggest party they’ve ever thrown before in remembrance of their soon to be ex-home. Invitations were sent out to anyone that’d ever spent time over at their house, and of course their friends as well as friends of friends. There was no doubt that this party was going to be one of the biggest their neighbourhood had ever seen from the vlog squads house yet, and you had the privilege of going.

You were fairly new to the group of friends, as you had only moved to California five months ago and had only just been welcomed into the group four months ago after you Toddy finally asked you out to lunch after bumping into each other at the gym on numerous occasions. At first you thought it was a date, which put you slightly on edge. Todd had taken you to a moderately empty café which looked as if it was created in the image of it being the perfect setting for a couple’s first date, and although it was lovely, it only made you feel even more awkward. Yes, Todd was undeniably cute and funny - never failing to make you laugh during work outs, but he wasn’t exactly your type. You liked Todd, which is why you agreed to go, but you just didn’t like him in that way, believe it or not.

Being alone with him made you feel uneasy, almost as if you were constantly on the edge of your seat; full high alert. You feared that if Todd did bring you out with the intent to date you, you dreaded that you would ultimately have to reject him, which only made you more uncomfortable as you didn’t want to ruin your first and only friendship in California.  A few had minutes passed and the two of you talked about the expected small talk topics. Such as how you were finding life in LA and whether or not you were settling in, but it wasn’t until four unfamiliar faces took up the empty seats at your table that you felt less uneasy, but more confused at the situation.

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend of mine from the gym to have lunch with us” Todd said in a rather chipper voice.

“Oh sure, yeah, ‘Friend’” The older man teased, which made you to laugh, half embarrassed at the unexpected comment. “I’m only kidding, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jason” He said extending a hand out for you to shake it, which you did happily, all the while appreciating his humour and straightforward nature.

As Jason sat down everyone introduced themselves to you. Next was Scotty, you remember admiring the detail and mix of tattoos sprawled across his body, as well as the golden gleam he resonated when he smiled at you. Then it was Zane who you immediately felt welcomed with, because of his warm and inviting personality, it was if everything about him made you smile. You felt  home with these people, comfortable. It was like you were all old friends meeting up for the first time in a long time and they all made you feel this way. All except for Heath. Heath was the last person to introduce himself, and when your gaze met his your stomach did a backflip, your prior thoughts melted away into puddles, it was hard to believe you could feel this way by simply introducing themself.

The more you got to know Heath the more you started to like him. He was unquestionably funny and you loved the relationship he and Zane seemed to share. From that day on, whenever you and Toddy met up at the gym, he’d bring you along to lunch with the boys and soon from there, they invited you to come over and hang out. From that point on your friendship’s bloomed. You learned more about their vine careers as well as their youtube personalities and came to make even more friends, especially David, and Liza.

The days went by and you all became closer, you couldn’t thank Toddy enough for helping you settle into LA and making you feel welcome, although out of all of your new friends, you spent time with Zane and Heath the most. You even had the privilege of being apart of a few of their coffee talks, which you loved being apart of more than anything - they were certainly a lot more enjoyable than David’s pranks that’s for sure, but if you were honest with yourself, you spent as much time alone with Heath as you could. Even upon first meeting Heath you knew you liked him and the more time you spent with the even stronger your feelings grew, but you tried your hardest to ignore them. It was no secret that Heath had no shame in getting up close and personal with whoever, so whenever it seemed like he was flirting with you or treating you like he saw you as more than just a friend, you ignored it. To you, that was just Heath being Heath, nothing more, nothing less. Of course that little mantra didn’t help with the little heart aches you’d feel when the two of you were together.

Even though you were sure that Heath only saw you as a friend, when Scott invited you to their fair well party, Heath kept on asking you if you were going and seemed almost concerned when you teasingly hinted that you wouldn’t be even though you were. It was unlike Heath to be this paranoid, he was almost always badgering you about the subject, he would even offer to pick you up and drop you off  if that meant you coming to the party would be set in concrete. Every time he offered you’d always decline, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about as 'you wouldn’t miss it for the world’, then he’d sigh in relief and give you a look as though you had lifted the weight of the world off his heavy shoulders. Whenever he did this you couldn’t help but blush, he was so cute you almost wished he wouldn’t look at you that way, because it only made you fall harder.

The night of the party came quickly. You arrived a few hours early to help the boys set up their impressive array of food and alcohol choices, as well as hiding anything breakable from Christine. Zane was in charge of setting up the cheap 99c store decorations, Scott was tidying up the house, Todd was cleaning the pool area, Elton was setting up a safe space for Circa and you were in charge of setting up the food. As you continued to work you realised you hadn’t seen Heath anywhere. Part of the reason you came to the party was to spend time with him and he wasn’t there? Heath spent all that time assuring that you’d be here and he wasn’t even here? What game was Heath playing at?

“Hey, Zane?” You questioned sheepishly.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He replied sassily, keeping his focus on the decorations.

“Uh, you haven’t seen Heath around have you?”

“Um, I think he’s picking up a girl?”

You froze. 'A girl?’ you thought to yourself.

“Like, his girlfriend?” You asked, trying to sound calm.

“Maybe?” Zane stated uncertain, continuing to hang up random banners.

“Oh, okay, thanks” You thanked Zane and walked away.

You didn’t know how to feel. You congratulated yourself for not getting your hopes up, but that didn’t overweigh the feeling of disappointment that had overcome you. Of course Heath had a girlfriend, he probably wanted you to come to the party so he could introduce you to her, nothing more, nothing less. These thoughts swelled inside your head, you almost felt numb. You were supposed to be setting up the confectionaries but you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Even though you didn’t allow yourself to think that Heath had feelings for you, you always secretly hoped that he did, but now there was no chance of that happening.

“Hey, are you okay?” A familiar voice questioned you.

You snapped out of your daydream, only to look up and see Toddy looking down at you with a worried expression.

“Uh, y-yeah, just got lost in a daydream is all” You laughed and smiled to put Todd at ease.

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced.

“Yeah, totally” You continued to smile up at him.

“Okay, it’s just you looked a little sad when I walked in and you kinda just stayed in place for a while” Todd smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh - Yeah, nothing to worry about. Just a stupid daydream”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you. Todd looked at down at you and his eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked in your direction. His mouth sat sweetly in a charming smile which only caused you to smile in return.

“Well, uh, I’m done outside. Do you need any help here?” He gestured to the numerous unopened boxes of alcohol and snacks in front of you.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

The two of you were opening boxes and bags of drinks and snacks, but most of all you were laughing together. When you and Todd were together, your humour’s correlated perfectly. A lot of your jokes were fired quickly to which Todd could fire back just as fast, not to mention you absolutely loved how Todd could keep up with your banter. The two of you spoke for so long you lost track of time and by the time the two of you had finished your set up people started to arrive.

The night started off with a boom. The house was full almost immediately, to the point where some people had to hang out in the drive way of the house. The music was pumping and everyone was having the time of their lives. Todd had helped you get your mind off Heath and when David and Liza showed up, they only made you feel better. David had brought four 26 pound gummy snakes which drove everyone insane and with Gabbie and Liza dancing, everyone followed suit, needless to say you were having the time of your life, all until you spotted Heath.

At first you were excited, you had forgotten what had happened to make you sad, until you saw her. An unfamiliar blonde whom you’d never seen before was standing next to Heath, a little too close for your liking if you were honest. You immediately disliked her, it was petty but it’s how you felt, you weren’t going to deny that. You stood still in the middle of a room full of raving people. You were the anger in a sea of ecstatic people, but you didn’t care.

You then walked up to Zane Toddy and pulled the both of them backwards by their shoulders. You brought them back to the place you were standing, a spot in the middle of the dance floor where you could see Heath and the blonde conversing in the kitchen.

“y/n what hell?” Zane shouted drunkenly over the music.

“Do you guys know who she is?” You shouted back, almost as drunk.

“The blonde?” Todd asked.

“Yeah” you shouted in reply.

“Maybe it’s Heath’s girlfriend?” Todd replied.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought?” Zane commented.

“Haven’t they been going out for a while now?” Todd said, looking at Heath jokingly.

You fell silent. Todd must’ve noticed your mood drop as he immediately shouted back,

“I’m kidding, y/n!” Todd shouted

When you looked over again, Heath and the girl had disappeared. You were glad you didn’t have to watch them together anymore, but you were sad Heath was gone.

“Hey-” Zane said, looking down at you sympathetically. “Why don’t we go in the kitchen and get shit faced?” He continued, looking rather excited.

“Thanks, Zane” You smiled up at him, happily taking the arm he offered out to you with Toddy linking with your other arm.

It wasn’t long after that  that the party began to die down and people started to go home. The only people still hanging around were basically the all of those featured in any of the squad’s vlogs. You were still in the kitchen with Zane and Todd, although you were now joined by Elijah, David, Liza and Gabbie. Your conversations were quiet but rowdy all the same, with the main theme of conversation being the frat-party vibe you were getting from each other because of the seven of you drinking from red solo cups. It was chill, but you were still having a great time with your friends with your only worry being Christine, since she hadn’t done anything destructive all night, you were almost certain there was a storm of chaos brewing.

“So, y/n, have you thought about becoming a vlogger like the rest of us?” Elijah asked, taking another sip of his bear.

“What? no way? no one would watch me anyway” You laughed.

“Oh, shut the hell up, whenever you’re in my vlogs there are people down in the comments asking me when you’re gonna start your own channel” Zane shouted sassily.

“I’m only gonna admit it this one time but same here” David added, raising his hand in defeat.

You couldn’t help but blush at their support. You had thought about making your own channel but weren’t sure if you’d just be seen as a copy cat or some LA vlogger cliché.

“Same here” A familiar voice commented from behind David.

With one swift movement, Heath now stood across the space from you, between David and Todd. His eyes scanned the room to see who was occupying the space, and as soon as his eyes laid their sights on you, he stopped.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’ve been looking for you” Heath’s face lit up, but it wasn’t enough for you to hold back the bitterness that’d been brewing inside you the entire night.

“Oh you have, have you?” Your words had bite, with the attention to sting the person they were directed at, and by the looks of it, it worked.

Heath’s smile faded into a look of confusion, with the entirety of the room looking between the two of you, in absolute awe at the tension that had just built up between you and Heath.

“Uh, y-yeah, I was-” Heath paused, “You look absolutely amazing by the way” He laughed nervously, red tinting his cheeks ever so slightly.

You had planned on given Heath the cold shoulder, but due to his nervous fumbling compliment your mouth scrunched up as you tried to hold back your smile, but to no avail, you just couldn’t fight it. In return, Heath’s face lit up once more, flashing that million dollar smile that you had been waiting to admire the entire night.

“So, how’s it going in here guys-” Before Heath could finish his sentence, Christine came bursting into the kitchen. Pushing past Heath and David and running up to Elijah who was leaning on the counter space next to you. Christine’s spontaneous entry startled you, but it was nothing you hadn’t witnessed before, you were only worried about what came next.

“ELIJAH, ELIJAH!” Christine shouted urgently, grabbing Elijah by the shoulder.

“What the fuck, Christine? What do you want?” Elijah spat his words at her sourly, but it didn’t seem to phase her.

“I have to- I have to show you this cool thing I found” Christine explain, her words slurred. She was now forcefully pulling at Elijah’s arm, signaling for him to follow her, but he protested.

“Christine, I’m not interested in whatever 'cool’ thing you found at our friends’ house” Elijah stated bluntly, trying to keep his ground in the spot he was occupying.

The two of them were now playing tug-of-war with one another, Elijah was at a slight advantage as he wasn’t as out of it as Christine was. Everyone in the area began to smile and laugh at the shenanigans now occurring in the tiny kitchen space. Phones were brought out and videos were being recorded, only to be pasted to Instagram and Snapchat seconds later. Needless to say you found Elijah and Christine’s relationship amusing, all until Christine finally managed to pull Elijah away from the kitchen, only he had bumped into your arm forcefully in the process. The bump caused your arm to jolt towards you, and the contents of your red solo cup came out with it, covering you in keg grade alcohol. You sat there on the counter, looking down at the mess that had now been sprawled out across some of your best clothing, your mouth gapping open slightly in surprise.

Everyone looked at you concerned and awkward, awaiting your reaction nervously. After a few seconds, you sat up straight and looked forward.

“I’m surprised to say that I never thought I’d be the victim of one of Christine’s drunken antics” You sniggered and laughed at everyone’s surprised and relieved facials. You could tell everyone was expecting a chaotic reaction but what you delivered is what kept the night alive and well.

“Jesus, I thought you were gonna freak out!” Liza said through laughter.

“I thought the exact same thing, I was actually a little terrified” Zane added, struggling to stop his laughter.

“Ooooh but your cute outfit though” Gabbie commented, jokingly frowning.

“Here,” Toddy said removing his shirt from his toned frame, “You can wear my shirt” Todd handed you his shirt and then winked at you flirtatiously, causing gossiping whispers and cheers to break out within the group.

“Uh, thanks, Todd-” You blushed laughing.

“You know I can take you to my room and you can change” Heath interjected seriously, his expression differing from the rest of the group.

“Wait, really?” Heath’s offer surprised you more than his expression, as he didn’t usually let just anyone in his room.

“Yeah, I mean, you don’t wanna wear Toddy’s shirt. He’s drunk and he’s been wearing it all day. I’ll open my closet and you can change into whatever” Heath explained trying to sound nonchalant, earning suspiciously smug looks from everyone who heard.

“Sure,” You said simply.

“Okay, let’s go.” Heath said placing his beer on the counter, leading you to his bedroom.

When you got to Heath’s room you could hear the muffled music through the walls. The light flickered on slowly, illuminating the room dimly, revealing an unexpectedly well-kept room.

“Sorry about the lighting, I think I gotta buy a new bulb,” Heath said, walking over to his mirrored closet.

“It’s cool, I don’t mind” You said, shooting Heath a warm grin. He looked away, looking slightly flushed.

Heath opens the closet doors dramatically, revealing an array of hung up shirts and jackets.

“Uh, so you can pick our a shirt or a hoodie and I’ll see if Kristen has any shorts or pants you can wear.” Heath smiled.

When Heath left you could feel yourself heat up. You were alone in his room, and it just felt so right to be there. You like the simplicity of his decoration and the organisation of his wardrobe as  you gradually looked through the numerous shirts and hoodies Heath owned. After a few minutes of browsing your choices, you found it. The simple black shirt that Heath always wore. You loved it when he wore this shirt as it hugged him in all the right places and would often, accentuate the bulk of his biceps.

You checked your surroundings to make sure it was safe to remove you clothing - clear. You removed your alcohol soaked clothes and checked to see if it’d left a scent on you, which it had, but it was nothing a little cologne or perfume couldn’t fix. You threw on Heath’s shirt which draped over you nicely, it filled you with delight when you noticed his shirt stilled smelled of him.

You put on your thigh high boots and began to admire yourself in Heath’s mirror. You couldn’t help it, this shirt really did look good on you, especially paired with your boots. You began looking at yourself from different angles, completely enthralled by your simple but cute outfit.

“I really do look cute” You complimented yourself.

You were still in front of the mirror when Heath walked in with a pair of black white striped shorts.

“Kristen thought that these might be more-” Heath paused when he looked up at you, his eyes hungrily eating at your image, taking in every inch of you. “-your style.” he continued, still stunned.

“Is it too much? I can change into something else or-” You mumbled.

“No, no it’s fine just- wow, I never thought I’d have someone else wearing my favourite shirt” Heath laughed.

You were still apprehensive, averting your stare to the floor.

“-and look this good in it” He smirked.

Your head shot up with a jolt, you weren’t expecting to hear, let alone from Heath.

“You think so?”

“Hell yeah, baby”

Heath then walked over to you with a sly smirk on his face as his eyes devoured you, getting more and more in-depth visuals with every step he took towards you.

“Here.” He said, handing you the shorts.

“Thanks, cowboy” You replied, playfully flicking his cowboy hat.

The shorts were a little bot smaller than your usual size, but they fit nonetheless. You tucked the front of the shirt loosely into the hem of the shorts and your new outfit was complete, and not to be bashful, you looked good, and Heath knew it. You turned to look at him, but he didn’t react. He had sat down on the black leather couch across the room, leaning back relaxed, watching the way your body moved. You’d never seen Heath look at you the way he was now. His eyes were drowned in lust as he took in every inch of your figure.

“Heath?” His head shot up, his body following suit. Your voice had pulled him back to reality.

“U-uh, you can keep your clothes here and I can wash 'em for you” He laughed nervously, desperately trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Heath” You said just as nervous.

The room filled with an awkward silence as Heath stood on one side of the room with you directly across from him. Your mind raced and your heart pounded, you’d never been alone with Heath in his room before. If anything this was the perfect opportunity for either of you to make a move, but you were hesitant. You weren’t sure if Zane and Todd were joking about Heath’s mysterious unknown girlfriend or not, so you didn’t want to make a move and have the rumour be true, consequently ruining yours and Heath’s relationship. As time past the silence became progressively more deafening. You were both lost for words.

“Hey-” Heath spoke, finally breaking the silence, “-I’m really glad you came tonight.” Heath said, taking small steps towards you.

“I told you I would be, didn’t I?” You responded teasingly, standing your ground, waiting for Heath to come to you.

“You did, I’m just happy you’re here, y/n. With me.”

You and Heath were now inches apart from each other. Your face was burning hot and you felt as if your feet were cemented in place; you couldn’t move even if you’re life depended on it. Your heart rate increased rapidly, you could feel it beating in your chest. It was so strong, you feared Heath could hear it.

“What’re you doing?” You question, keeping your attention to the floor. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye.

“Nothing, just that you wearing my shirt is driving me crazy” He said lowly, slowly raising his hand to your cheek, caressing it tenderly with his thumb.

You held his hand in place and leaned into his touch. His other hand then rested on your hip, pulling you closer into him.

“Heath I-” You were hesitant to confess, even though this was the prime time to do so. You knew what was happening but it all felt like a complete fantasy. You had dreamed of this moment since the day you met Heath, but now that it was happening it all felt so surreal.

“It’s okay, baby” Heath whispered.

He ran his through from your cheek to your hair, and you snaked your arms behind his neck and did the same, the both of you pulling one another closer. Your breaths became heavy, your heart beats beating in time, you could stand the suspense, although still apprehensive to make a move of your own. Heath then leaned down to the base of your neck and left a trail of vehement kisses leading up your neck, stopping just below your jaw bone to leave a teasingly passionate hickey. You held back moans, gripping at Heaths hair to control yourself, but he pushed you over the edge; your moan only making him nip at your sensitive skin harder.

After leaving his mark, Heath came up for air. He was breathing heavily and you did the same, it was simple but intense. Passionate. Everything you’d dreamed of and more. As Heath caught his breath, you finally looked into each other’s eyes and it was clear what was coming next.

“I’ve been waiting for this ever since I met you” He breathed.

“Shut up”

You crashed your lips into Heath’s, engulfing each other in a drunken haze of passion and lust. As expected, Heath tasted of cigarettes and alcohol and it didn’t bother you in the slightest. Your mind was racing and everything melted away. Nothing mattered to you in that moment, not until the question scratched at the back of your mind - Heath’s girlfriend.

Even though you didn’t want to, you pushed Heath away. He looked at you worried and confused, concerned that he may have done something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something-”

“No it’s not that just-” You spoke frantically “W-what about your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?!” Heath shouted, seemingly surprised.

At that moment, Heath’s lightbulb gave out with a loud pop. The two of you were masked by darkness.

“Oh fuck- it’s okay I got it” Heath said fumbling around, feeling for his room lamp.

You knew Heath’s room well enough to know where the lamp was yourself, in your awkward state you attempted to find Heath’s lamp as well just so you could do something, other than stand there in the night.

Heath found the light a mere second before you did, in the confusion, you bumped into Heath’s frame causing the two of you to fumble around, trying to regain your balance’s. Heath fell backward onto his bed, pulling you down with him. You landed on top of his chest, coincidentally butting your foreheads together. You groaned in pain and laid your head on Heath’s chest. Although it was unnecessary and your intimate connection ended abruptly, you began to laugh, as did Heath as he too understood the stupidity of the situation.

When you calmed down, you lifted your head up to look at Heath, smiling giddily.

“What are we doing?” You laughed, looking down into Heath’s mesmerizing eyes.

“We? What’re you doing, baby? I don’t got no damn girlfriend” Heath laughed.

“But Zane and Toddy were telling me-”

“Ugh, of course it was - fuck!” Heath then sat up, causing you to straddle him in the process, resting your hands on his shoulders with Heath holding your hips for support.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Those two knew that I liked you and kept telling me that you liked me. I didn’t believe them, so they obviously tried to wingman” Heath looked away embarrassed.

“I swear- Then why weren’t you at the house helping us set up?” You looked down at him puzzled.

“I was picking up Meghan, y'know, the one I told you about?”

That name clicked. Heath had talked about you meeting Meghan for weeks, he was so excited whenever he talked about it, he always spoke about how well the two of you would get along and how much he couldn’t wait for you to meet her. From those memories, it all fell into place.

“Oooooooh” You blushed, you now understood what was going on.

“Yeeeeeeeeah” Heath dragged.

“So, that blonde you were with, that was-”

“Yep”

“So, you don’t have a-”

“Nope” He smiled up at you, adoring how cute you were being.

“Ugh, I feel so stupid” You said, resting your forehead on Heath’s.

“Y'know, I don’t have a girlfriend but-”

“Yeah” You smiled.

“But, y'know, if you wanted to you could maybe-” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Uh-huh” You could feel the excitement bubbling inside you.

“Ugh, fuck it, will you go out with me?”

“Very straight forward, baby” You teased.

“Is that a yes” He smiled wide.

“That’s a yes” You smiled just as wide.

The two of you embraced in a long awaited kiss, unsure of whether or not the two of you wanted to return to the party, preferring to spend the night alone together for the first time. After all, you’d been waiting this long, might as well take advantage of your ‘last’ night in the old house by spending it with your baby, Heath.

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy (Faraday x Reader) NSFW

Originally posted by aleclightwqqd

THERE ARE NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC

WARNING: NSFW


“How much?”

“Two bits for the cheap stuff, three dollars for the good stuff.”

You were too busy cleaning the aftermath of a fight to bother looking up. The voice didn’t sound familiar, but then again, most didn’t. People were always drifting in and out of town. It was rare to see a face stick around for more than three days, and even rarer for you to bother recognizing it.

“Hey Johnny, you got two bits on ya? Gonna buy me a whore for the night.” The stranger could barely finish his sentence without bursting into hysterics, and you could hear a few others join in. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard the joke, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it still stung.

“Either drink or get out,” you replied coldly as you continued wiping down the bar, careful to avoid the broken glass.  

“She’s got some fight in her! I like it. A buck. I think you’re worth a whole buck.”

“Alright now listen,” you hissed as you finally stopped what you were doing to meet his eye line. He was an ugly looking guy, just as you expected. His beard was long and mangled. He was missing a few teeth. You weren’t sure when the last time he bathed was. Disgusting. “I think it’s best you leave.”

“Oh yeah?” He stood up, placing one hand on his gun, and grabbing your wrist with the other. You winced a bit as he tightened his grip. He’d pinned your hand down hard against a large shard of glass. “How about no money but instead I let you keep that pretty little head of yours.”  

“Fuck,” you mumbled as panic started to set in. Men made lewd comments all the time, and on nearly a daily basis they got in fights with each other, but never had one gotten physical with you. In all honesty, you considered yourself relatively lucky. With the trash that drifted through here, you were surprised nobody tried anything sooner.

“ ‘Scuse me, but I’m gonna need you to move aside. I’m trying to order a drink from this here lady.”

The man blinked and turned his head. Resting against the bar was yet another man you didn’t recognize. This one seemed calm and collected, but you still caught a spark of wildfire in the corner of his eye.

“The hell you think you’re doin’, Faraday? You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you dead after you cheated back there at poker.”

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So, Bats is out of town for a couple of days and Dami is benched for some crazy mess he did right before Bruce left.

Let it never be said Robins take well to being benched.

So, Damian suits up and goes on patrol.

I know what you’re thinking: this is going to end badly.

Well, you’re wrong.

Because Damian’s first stop is Crime Alley. He kicks a couple of muggers in the face, gives little old ladies their purses back, walks a prostitute home after shattering her pimps collarbone - the usual.

And then, when he’s getting ready to move out of the area, he hears a sound:

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betsforsythetrash  asked:

Could you write something where F.P. is in Bughead's lives in the future? Like clean, sober, doting Dad helping plan the wedding or dancing with Betty at their reception or BABYSITTING their child or something? (:

Not gonna lie, I got ridiculously carried away with this, I literally just sat for ages and wrote it all in one go! I was gonna post this tomorrow but I’m too impatient so here you go :)

Thank you so much for the prompt, clearly I had some FP family feels I needed to get out <3


Jughead wasn’t sure why he’d come. Maybe it was because he knew that this time was different. His dad, though perpetually drunk, could usually take care of himself. It was a rare instance when he rang his son, babbling incoherently on the line about how he was sorry, that he couldn’t do this anymore. But that’s exactly what had happened tonight, which was why Jughead was currently making his way up the steps of FP’s trailer at 2AM on a Thursday.

“Dad?” he called out in trepidation, peering around the room at the mess of empty bottles and stale takeout cartons. A groan rang out from the kitchen to his left. Rounding the corner he found his dad, hunched against the cabinets on the floor, broken glass surrounding him, sticky amber liquid pouring out from what remained of the whiskey bottle, blood quickly soaking the fabric of his shirt from the gash in his hand. “Jesus, Dad.” Jughead crouched to get a closer look, tilting FP’s head to meet his foggy, unfocused eyes. He sighed, turning to his hand, picking up the heavy limb and examining the wound. “It’s not that deep, hold on.” He straightened up, searching the draws for a clean dishtowel to wrap around the wound while he cleaned up as best he could. He’d brushed up most of the glass when he realised it would be better to move his dad out of the way if he was going to get this done more efficiently. The smell of alcohol was starting to burn his nose. Jughead flung open a window before reaching down to pick up his dad, staggering against the dead weight that now bore across his shoulders. He dropped him into a nearby chair with a groan, placing a glass of water in front of him before turning back to the task at hand.

FP watched him with dazed eyes, head lolling slightly, blinking slowly as if he were insurmountably tired. Jughead tried not to feel the weight of his gaze burning into the back of his head as he swept, grabbing a mop to tackle the next mess. He was filling up the bucket with warm water when FP finally spoke.

“’m sorry, Jug.” The words were barely defined. Jughead scoffed, slamming the tap off and rested his hands against the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white with the strain.

“Why do you keep saying that?” he bit out. FP blanched at the venom in his son’s voice, one that he hadn’t heard before. Disappointment, sure. Weariness, definitely. But this? Never. “You don’t mean it, you never mean it. If you were sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it over and over.” FP hung his head in shame. “Did you even try? Did you even pretend, to yourself, that this time it could be different?” Jughead turned finally to look at his broken mess of a father. His eyes were hard, fed up of being forgiving. “I can’t believe another one of your empty promises.” He tried to keep the crack out of his voice.

“This time…” FP trailed off, voice drowsy. “You’re mom, Jellybean…” The sound of Jughead slamming a fist against the counter echoed throughout the trailer.

“Stop!” he shouted, tucking his quivering lower lip between his teeth, willing the tears away. He didn’t want to cry over this anymore. It was beyond repair, beyond redemption. “I can’t hold on to this hope, anymore. I’m sixteen, Dad. This isn’t… it shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t have to pick you up off the floor,” he let out a humourless laugh, “on a school night.” Jughead averted his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get this out if he didn’t look away. “I have to start looking for a home somewhere else. With Mr Andrews and Archie. With Betty.” He paused, the image he conjured up of the blonde girl with the soft green eyes and gentle touch calmed him. She felt like home. “I think… I’m gonna marry her someday,” his voice caught and he stopped to clear it, swallowing away every doubt he had about his future. “I want a life with her, a home. And it can’t involve this, I won’t let it. You-” he paused, steeling himself for his next words. “You shouldn’t call anymore. You shouldn’t try and reach me. I can’t be your fall guy anymore. I can’t be the collateral in your messed up life. I won’t do that, not to Betty. She deserves more so that’s what I have to try to be, starting with this.” He took a shaky step towards the door. He saw FP lift a hand towards him hesitantly before thinking better of himself, letting it drop against his thigh with a defeated thud. Jughead shook his head almost imperceptibly - that confirmed it, he didn’t want to try. “Goodbye, Dad.”

The door had swung shut before the first tear slid down FP’s cheek.

***

It was almost three weeks later when Jughead saw FP again. He shook his head in disbelief at the familiar figure of his father standing outside Pop’s. FP stood up straight on Jughead’s approach.

“Dad, I wasn’t kidding-” he began in a furious whisper, glancing round frantically for prying eyes. He was supposed to be meeting Betty and the rest of the gang here.

“I… I’m sober, Jughead.” The words hung between them as Jughead jolted back in disbelief. He took a moment, now, to really take in the man before him. His skin was pallid and sunken beneath the eyes, dark circles standing out in striking contrast. His hands, Jughead noticed, were shaking. “Almost a week now, for real this time,” FP announced. His tone wasn’t prideful, it was holding something else… hope? Hope that’d he done enough this time to reverse the irreversible. Jughead’s eyes narrowed.

“Really?” he asked sceptically, body stiff with uncertain tension. FP nodded vigorously.

“Yeah. Yes, I swear,” he pleaded. Jughead looked him directly in the eyes, an eerie replica of his own staring back at him, earnest and clear for the first time in years. Jughead felt himself begin to nod slowly.

“Ok. Ok, I believe you. I’ll… come round and see you tomorrow,” he promised, still not making a move to close the distance between them. FP visibly deflated in relief.

“Tomorrow, sure. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled, still small and unsure, before turning to mount his bike, roaring out of the parking lot with renewed hope spreading throughout his chest.

***

“Here,” FP said, handing Jughead the box. Jughead looked up at him before opening the black velvet lid, smiling at the delicate ring nestled inside. “It was your grandmother’s, she’d want you to have it,” he finished, shrugging awkwardly at the offering.

“She’ll love it,” Jughead murmured, running a finger lightly over the blue sapphire surrounded by clusters of tiny diamonds, set in a gold band. He looked back up at FP with a genuine smile that reached his eyes, nervous excitement beginning to settle in his stomach. FP clapped a hand on his son’s shoulder, looking down at him with pride.

Seven years sober. A little worse for wear but he’d made it because of this boy - this man - stood before him. It had been the furthest road from easy, but he’d endured every shaky step to get him here because he knew this was it, his only chance.

He’d got to be there, in the gym itself, as Jughead took his steps across the stage to collect his diploma, see him look out into the audience for him and not be disappointed to find nothing but an empty seat. He got to be there to help Jughead pack for college, loading his and Betty’s boxes into the beat up old car that he’d salvaged for them as a graduation present, working with Betty in secret to fix it up so it ran smoother than it probably did when it was new.

“He’s gonna love it, Mr Jones,” Betty had giggled excitedly when they got the engine purring just the way they wanted. He laughed at the way she clasped her hands in front of her gleefully as he closed the hood.

“You think?” he asked nervously, dusting dirt off the bumper that wasn’t there.

“Of course! It’s so thoughtful,” she smiled warmly, resting a light hand on FP’s arm. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. He knew why his son was drawn to her, felt so safe with her around. He couldn’t have asked for a better guardian angel for him.

“And you can call me FP, Betty,” he called casually as he moved to clean up their tools. He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “You’re family.”

He was there, once again, when they graduated from college, whooping loudly, much to Jughead’s chagrin, as his son’s name was called. He was there as Jughead announced at dinner that he was going to be a published author. He was there on the day of the launch, posing for photos and making jokes about how he was gonna get a couple of autographed copies because his son was a big shot famous author now, Jughead rolling his eyes while his cheeks flushed. He was there at Betty and Jughead’s housewarming. They’d moved back to Riverdale, Jughead being able to write from anywhere and Betty wanting to be near Polly, taking the opportunity to learn the ins and outs of the family paper. FP said a silent prayer in thank you, as he looked around the room of guests, that his son had chosen to come back to him, even after all that had passed.

And he was there now, as Jughead’s voice shook, telling him that he was going to propose to Betty.

“Took you long enough,” he’d quipped, hand reaching out to ruffle the dark mop of hair as Jughead ducked, laughing shyly.

***

“Oh, this one’s beautiful, Juggie!” Betty had gushed as she poured over wedding magazines while the three of them sat in their living room over coffee - a weekly routine for them now. FP leaned over to catch a glimpse of the image she was pointing to. The wedding was outside, full of white fabric and furniture. Betty was pointing to the ornately carved archway, weaved with white roses, lilies, baby’s breath. Her eyes were shining.

“Well I could make you one of those, help with the cost,” FP said casually, taking a sip of his coffee. Betty turned her glowing green eyes on him immediately, gripping his forearm lightly.

“Really?” she was radiating hope. FP laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Yeah, sure. There’s a lumber yard not too far away, and I can borrow a couple of tools from the construction site. Easy,” he nodded in affirmation.

“Oh, thank you, FP!” she gasped, leaning over to kiss his cheek in gratitude. A shy laugh burst from his lips as he looked down, pink dusting the tops of his cheekbones. Betty flew out of the room to call Polly as FP looked up, catching Jughead’s mouth turned up in amusement. He smiled back contentedly.

***

“Need a partner?” FP asked, holding his hand out to the bride where she sat, chin resting in her hand as she watched her husband dance with his sister. She smiled gracefully, accepting his offer and floating out onto the dance floor, an ethereal wave of satin and lace.

“Thank you so much, FP,” she said earnestly as they began to sway, reaching up to adjust one of the flowers in her hair.

“Aw, it was nothing, Betty, really,” he replied, casting his eyes to the floor.

“No, it was! You did all this,” she insisted, gesturing to the space around them. He’d gone a little further than just building the archway he’d promised. He’d practically taken it upon himself to build the whole venue. Along with the arch he’d set up strips of white fabric, draped through the trees to create a canopy above their heads, illuminated by rows and rows of soft yellow string lights. Petals covered every inch of the floor, strewn delicately down the isle that was created by the rows of mismatched chairs FP had found in various scrap yards and secondhand stores, all cleaned up and painted white. “It was just how I imagined it, more even.” FP lifted a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, well. I just wanted to make it everything you wanted… that you deserved.” He paused, looking down at her warm smile for a moment before taking a breath to continue. “Betty, I want you to know that, without you, I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” She furrowed her brow, waiting for him to continue. “I’d gotten to a place where Jughead wasn’t willing to help me anymore, where I’d done too much to ever redeem myself. Being with you helped him see that he deserved more than I could give him at that time, that he could be more than just my safety net. When he told me that… I saw everything I was going to miss out on, and that never would have happened if he hadn’t found you. So, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life thanking you, the both of you, in any way I can for what you did for me.” Betty blinked away the tears in her eyes, not bothering to wipe away the stray few that still managed to fall.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.

***

He’d been speechless when they told him, knowing there was something different in the air as they sipped their usual morning coffee together.

“A baby?” he’s asked incredulously, hoping beyond hope that he’d heard them right.

“Yeah, Dad. You’re gonna be a grandpa,” Jughead had laughed, his face glowing at he gazed down at his beautiful wife, tucked under his arm with an equally bright expression gracing her face.  

Grandpa. Him, a grandpa. That was going to be his new title now. He couldn’t believe it - he’d made it.

***

“Ugh, thank you so much, FP,” Betty had greeted him with a relieved expression as he bumbled through the door, a paper grocery bag under each arm. “I would have asked Jughead but he’s out all day in the city at this press thing for the new book and I just…” she broke off, gesturing flippantly at her huge swollen belly stretching out before her. He laughed as he set the bags down on the counter, turning to watch her waddle in behind him.

“No problem, Betty. Anything I can do, remember?” he said, eyes taking on a hint of seriousness round the edges. She nodded in understanding, smiling gently. She placed a hand on her back, groaning as she brushed a few stray hairs back from her sweaty forehead.

“Whoever thought being pregnant in the summer was a good idea was seriously- oh!” She flinched, hand flying to her stomach. FP was at her side immediately.

“Betty? Everything alright?” he asked, hovering by her. She nodded slowly, eyes staring at nothing in particular as she focused on the sensations happening inside her body .

“Yeah, I just… FP, would you be able to take me to the hospital, I think I’m about to have this baby,” she said casually, straightening up and placing her hands on her hips. FP’s eye bugged as he took in what she said.

“Now?! How-” he broke off in question.

“Well, I’ve been having contractions all morning but I thought they were just Braxton Hicks or something, and I didn’t want to stop Jug going to this event…” she trailed off sheepishly glancing up at her father-in-law from under her eyelashes. He blew out a chuckle in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.

“You really are something else, Betty Jones.” She just shrugged, blowing out a slow breath as another contraction took over. “Ah, ok, where’s your bag? Ring Jughead, I’ll meet you by the car.” He rushed towards the bedroom, swinging back round the corner to raise an eyebrow at her. “He’s going to kill you for not saying anything, you know.” She waved a hand dismissively, already making her way outside.

“I’m about to push out his child, he doesn’t have the right.”

***

“Are you sure?” Jughead asked nervously, hands hovering over Juliet where she lay, cradled in her grandpa’s arms. “Maybe it’s too soon, Betts…” he trailed off, turning to look at his wife with anxious eyes. Betty sighed, coming over to place a reassuring hand on his arm, smoothing out the crease between his eyebrows with a cool finger.

“It’ll be fine, Juggie. You’ve got everything covered, right FP?” she asked, turning to face him with a confident smile. FP nodded, never taking his eyes off his granddaughter’s face as he bounced her gently.

“Both your cell numbers are in my phone, bottles in the fridge, spare milk in the freezer, extra diapers in the cupboard under the stairs. We’ll be fine, won’t we, lovebug?” he cooed at the soft bundle in his arms as she snuffled slightly before settling down again. “See?” FP looked up at Jughead with calm eyes. Jughead stared down at him for a beat, battling with his instincts internally before letting out a sigh, nodding his head.

“Ok, yeah. But if you need anything…” he repeated, fixing his dad with a look.

“Just go, already!” FP laughed gently, trying not to disturb the baby. Betty giggled, pulling on Jughead’s arm slightly to get him towards the door. “Have fun!”

FP stared down at Juliet, allowing her tiny hand to wrap round his finger as he spoke softly to her.

“You have the best parents, I hope you know that. They’ve saved me more times than I can count and I’ll never be able to repay them for that. I made some bad decisions, worse than most, but here I am. I get to hold you in my arms because your mom and your dad didn’t give up on me. They were there when I needed it the most.” He sniffed, blinking rapidly. “I got to see it all because of them, and I can’t wait to see it all again with you.”

Camp Camp sentence starters (1x01-1x06)
  • I’m not here to make friends. I’m here because camp is where kids are sent when their parents don’t want to deal with them. 
  • I refuse to believe someone as happy as you can possibly exist.
  • See, that’s the sad thing. He still actually thinks that I love it.
  • I’m telling you, if we leave now, I can hot wire that bus.
  • What the gosh darn heck happened?
  • Well, I’m certainly not hiding from any authorities if that’s what you’re thinking.
  • You are the bane of my existence.
  • I don’t know what kind of operation you think you’re running, but I won’t stand for it!
  • Oh God it’s coming back - the crippling anxiety and regret.
  • Do you want to spend the rest of your summer at this godforsaken place or do you want to enjoy the sweet taste of freedom? 
  • Remember this face, ___, ‘cause you’ll never see it again!
  • Imma be real, I just always wanted to drive a bus.
  • Aw, man… That was supposed to kill you.
  • Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why you gotta put that shit on us? We don’t work here.
  • Sorry everyone, just… really overwhelmed by all this friendship right now.
  • I FOUND A BUG!
  • I wanted to spend my summer in an air-conditioned laboratory! Not walking around a future Wal-Mart parking lot!
  • Nature can be your friend if you just give it a chance!
  • Uh… this looks like the place where teenagers go to get stabbed.
  • Oh well, I guess we should turn around and go back to live a normal life.
  • I am your king now! The throne is mine!
  • I want a viking’s funeral! Light me up!
  • Why do you always have to make things weird and complicated?
  • All that’s left to do now is recharge with a full eight hours of lying in bed… awake! Waiting for tomorrow!
  • All right, guys, our first attempt to bust out of this god-forsaken hellhole didn’t work, but tonight’s gonna be different.
  • I’m not doing this for you. I made a vow.
  • Why do you keep hitting me?!
  • God, your face is gross.
  • That guy literally stabbed me in the back.
  • Look, ___, that’s just how the world works. Now, do you want to be socially outcast, or do you want to go get ice cream?
  • No one’s too cool to talk to. Even cool kids take giant, uncomfortable shits from time to time. Helps remind you that we’re all equal.
  • Aren’t you all sick of this lowly work?! It’s time we take control of our lives and fight back! Who’s with me?!
  • I am very disappointed in you for this behavior!
  • This is just like Les Mis! Ah, I love it!
  • Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the hell up. Did you nerds forget who revolutionized this place?! I should be leading you!
  • Progressive buzzwords can’t save you now.
  • Everyone is so much happier now, thanks to you!
  • Check out this tattoo. I put it on by applying hot, then cold water.
  • No fighting! Violence never solves anything!
  • Someday, you’ll learn that no matter how righteous you think your cause is, there’s always someone bigger to keep you down! And that day is today, and that someone is me.
  • And that’s why you should always properly fold and put away your laundry.
  • We’re fine. We’re just having some good old campfire scary stories is all.
  • Pssh, ghosts don’t exist. You die, and then you’re faced with eternal nothingness. It’s gonna be great.
  • Do we actually have a detective team name now? Ooh! We need a theme song!
  • What are you doing here? This is the last place you want to be on a night like this. Real spooky night.
  • Don’t be so naive. This is mild experimentation at best.
  • Guess that goes to show that sometimes, the only thing scarier than monsters and ghosts… is real life.
  • We’ve got a big day of outdoor activities planned, but as you know the most important start of any day is a balanced breakfast!
  • I have gone through a lot of planning and preparation to make this day happen. What could you possibly tell me that I don’t already know?
  • I’ve always said, “what better way to learn than to teach?”
  • Come now my friends, let us express ourselves through the glory of MACARONI ART!
  • Wanna go see how many pudding cups we can fit in our pockets?
  • I’d just like to be included for once. I feel like I’m always just in the background of your adventures. 
  • Remember your place, ___! I am in charge today! 
  • Oh snap, did someone get murdered?
Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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a traitor, i’d trade her in a second

*deep sigh* she has returned. drama club AU is back with PART FOUR!! honestly im in love with these two loser nerds and i hope you love them (and this) too :’) part one part two part three and awaaaaaay we go!! (feel free to yell in my inbox after this)

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1624 HOURS, GETTING THROWN UNDER A BURNING BUS BY HIS OWN MOTHER

“What? Mom, I didn’t ask Amy out!”

Karen appears to understand, nodding conspiratorially. “Ahh, you’re doing the playing hard to get thing, I see.”

She winks, something which Jake does not appreciate, and his entire face burns as he takes a deep, deep sigh.

“That’s not what’s going on at all. Amy’s my enemy,” he considers spelling it out, but he thinks that would be pushing it. “She’s supposed to be the worst!

“You kiss your enemy with that mouth?” Karen teases, and it’s very obvious where Jake gets his playful nature from.

Jake covers his forehead with his palm, turning around only when he hears Amy snickering to herself.

Really? He mouths, and she shrugs in response. At least someone is enjoying this painfully awkward situation.

“What do you mean she’s your enemy?” Karen continues, genuinely confused, as though she has no idea about Jake and Amy’s decade-long rivalry. “You talk about her all the time.”

Jake stiffens, refusing to turn around because Amy must look incredibly smug right now.

“Yeah, but only to complain.”

“Wasn’t your last ‘complaint’ about how annoying her pretty face is?”

“NO IT WASN’T MOM! I’VE NEVER THOUGHT AMY WAS PRETTY IN MY LIFE!

If Amy could see Jake’s face now, she would know that his cheeks blush a bright crimson. Yes, that’s right. Crimson.

“Now Jake, that’s a very mean thing to say about your girlfriend,” Karen chides, disappointed in her useless lying son. “Our guest Amy must be so upset-” she turns around, and realizes she’s wrong, “oh wait- she’s smiling, never mind.”

“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend! She’s my enemy and you’re giving her way too much ammo!”


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Pain

Requested by Anon
Warnings: mentions of suicide, refusal to eat (ED?), mentions of abuse, cursing
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader
Description: Lip sees that there’s something going on with the reader so he tries to help them
A/N: This was supposed to be a lot sadder but like it’s fluffy in the end promise


Lip, if you could actually say it, was the love of your life. You’d met him in college, and helped him through his tough time. You were there for him when he went to rehab, and you made sure he was doing good. You’d hurt yourself if you saw him in pain, but he needed you and that’s all that mattered.

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