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Intruder

Summary: In the middle of painting a very important canvas, two very unexpected intruders come across your way, and before you even think to kick them out, you decide to let them stay thanks to one of them for being an incredibly handsome man.

Word Count: 1,064.

A/N: Recently watched the new Pirates movie and girl, all I gotta say is that Henry Turner just about stole my heart. Thank you to @galaxayy for helping a sister out! Hope you enjoy :D

Originally posted by animations-daily

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I JUST NOTICED SOMETHING
I’ve always wondered how the hell Layton knew so much about Clive just by looking at the Scotland Yard files.
And then I realized
“A famous London newspaper“ most likely refers to the Times, which Layton is often seen reading; it’s likely that he’s reading every single article every day.
At some point Clive worked at the Times as a reporter, meaning that his name was probably printed down at least once, in whatever context, as someone working there.
Ok this alone wouldn’t make sense at all since Layton didn’t even know what his name was.
Well, let’s talk about Lady Dove.
She must have been incredibly wealthy. And judging by the people, it was probably a big thing that there was literally only one heir for all that money, and I bet they mentioned his name at least once in the newspapers, of course only his new name though, probably not even a photo, bc who wants to be interviewed after his mother died
So how the friggedy frig did he connect this?
First; he must have had at least a little suspicion.
He didn’t know Dimitri too well obviously (since a fake moustache was enough to hide his identity) but it’s pretty damn clear that he didn’t have reasons to set this fake Layton shit up, that there was no way he could have gathered enough money to even put together the fake time machine from the opening scene, and that things around this mafia just didnt add up. He knew there was someone else behind this; if you consider that Bill Hawks couldn’t do shit for Dimitri’s plan to build a working time machine, personal hatred aside.
I don’t know where it started, or from which point on he worked his way to the solution, but yeah.
The files probably just contained a list of victims, and he probably looked at them in the first place because he suspected someone seeking revenge for what happened, since there was no damn reason to kidnap Bill Hawks this way if not for personal reasons.
In the unwound future, it says that ten people died, and that only one house next to the lab building was damaged. Knowing that this one was the house of Clive’s parents, we can assume that next to Claire, and Clive’s parents, the other seven victims were lab workers/unfortunally in the building.
That means: He could see exactly who Clive parents were, since they probably had the same last name and were, judging by the fact that no other family was affected, the only people who he could possibly belong to.
Now knowing that he had a possible culprit (Clive didn’t change that much lets be real), he went through scenarios how one could have done such a thing. This person would have had to have the power to set this up. And so he came to the conclusion that this person had to own a SHIT TON of money.
He then probably remembered the death of Constance Dove and how it was a big thing that she gave everything to just her adopted son.
Adopted son
Incredible amount of money
Around 18 when she died
We know Layton’s memory, so it’s possible that he actually remembered seeing Clive’s name in the Times after Constance Dove died and then seeing his name again as someone working there; he probably found it unusual to take a part time job if you’re as wealthy as the heir of Lady Dove.
So he could easily draw the line: The boy’s name was Clive. His parents died in the fire caused by the explosion, and his age matched. He was adopted by Constance Dove, who died five years later, leaving only him as the heir of her money, making him really rich (and without people who would mind if he disappeared into the void). He, for some reason, also worked at the Times at some point, which doesn’t make that much sense.
He had his culprit: He had a personal reason to hate hawks, he had the recources to resarch who was responsible for the death of his parents and enough money to set up fake London, and he went through enough shit to consider this a good way of bringing his point across.
And: He concluded this at the time he realized the underground London was a hoax.
You may wonder how he came to the point where he could safely assume that London was a fake. Here are just a few reasons stated casually as a side note during the first half of the game:
1. It’s always hot and even at the waterside, the air feels heavy; also indicated by how the plants at the Thames look a little like from a swamp. The clima is tropic and there is no wind.
2. The sky is always foggy, concealing what’s underneath.
3. They both feel dizzy after traveling between the “times“; the quick change of air pressure is causing them to react like this.
4. The many empty areas and areas still in construction. It doesn’t make sense to build new things in the middle of a nearly deserted area.
5. The media is also controlled by the mafia. A man states that the Times wouldn’t write about anything relevant anymore.
6. People having no clue about where they are and why they are here after being hired as construction workers
7. The damn tower of the clock shop IS AS HIGH AS THE CEILING
All of these made it highly plausible that the mastermind was hiding in close proximity to guide them through this, leaving only one more possible culprit: Future Luke, who could of course not be who he claimed to be.
A few more reasons that probably added to the Professor’s suspicion about him:
-He didn’t recognize Flora at first
-He told the Professor that the Casino was run by the mafia, and the guy at the entrance would only let people with a casino membership pass. Why would Future Luke have a casino membership at the mafia casino, and why meet Layton there?
-To have them be attacked by the mafia of course. Clive hired Bostro and Bostro was the one initiating the attack (and slapping him across the room which is suddenly 1000% more funny to me (“just attack us and when I backtalk, just hit me“ “are you sure“ “yes just smack me across the room“)). This was supposed to make Layton trust “future Luke“ by being attacked in an enviroment where Clive could easily help and appear trustworthy (never wondered where he got the coins from? This is a casino! These things equal money! They dont just stand around in buckets)
-Clive actually dropped out his roll often enough (in the pagoda for example when talking to the two mafia guys that look like chelmey and barton).
-Clive was actually refered to as “young master“ by accident which is of course not suspicious at all

Yeah so here is the longest analysis I’ve ever written :))):

Thank the Rain (Ethan x Reader)

A/N: This is one of my stories that I posted on Quotev and Wattpad, but I decided to post it on here too because why not? Either way, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave some feedback!


       Visiting my friends in LA was always a good time. Everyone was so positive and hilarious and there was never a dull moment when they were around. Having said that, I still wanted some time alone with my best friend Ethan. Sure, the team was great, but I hadn’t had time to just hang out with just him since I’d come to visit. That kind of made me sad because we’d always make sure to have time to ourselves whenever one of us visited. Time alone with each other was usually spent as a movie marathon while we caught up on what had happened with each other since we’d last visited.

       Things had been like this between us for as long as I could remember. Ethan and I had been friends since we were in diapers and we’d never strayed from our little traditions. Well, we kept them up as well as we could due to living so far away from each other. It sucked, but that was what we had to deal with. I definitely couldn’t move to LA, as much as I wanted to, I needed to work and gather enough money so that I could at least put real thought into it.

       Of course, there was a bit of a cliche to this whole thing. I had, at some point, fallen head over heels for my best friend. I had never confessed to him or even hinted at it because I didn’t want to ruin things between us. He’d been in my life for so long that, if we drifted apart, I had no idea what I would do without him. Anytime I thought about this I couldn’t help but sigh to myself as I remembered how terribly cliche this all was.

       "Hey, (y/n), you okay over there?“ I was pulled out of my thoughts with a start, looking over to where my best friend had been watching me curiously.

       "Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I guess I just kind of zoned out for a second there.” I assured with a laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Did you need something?”

       "I can tell.“ He chuckled a bit before seeming to remember something. "Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to go for a walk.”

       "Sure, that sounds great. Who’s all coming?“ I asked, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket as we got to our feet.

       "It’s gonna be just us. I need to be selfish and steal my best friend from everybody for a while.” He responded with a slight grin.

       "I was wondering when that was going to happen.“ I  joked with a grin on my face that matched the one on his. We were one in the same sometimes. I suppose that’s what happens when you grow up with someone.

       "Now let’s get going before anyone can join.” He motioned me to follow. We slipped our shoes on and quickly exited the building together, matching stupid grins on our lips. It was nice to know that he didn’t forget about me.

       During our walk we kind of just talked and caught up, as was usual, but something felt off. I couldn’t really tell what it was, but it didn’t really seem to be anything big, so I ignored it for now and continued to talk and joke around with him like I always did. Things were great and I couldn’t really complain.

       I happily followed along wherever he decided to guide me. As he talked about what had been happening with him I allowed myself to get lost in his features. His hazel eyes were shining happily and they had more of a blue tint to them than usual. Maybe it was the bit of bright blue sky peeking out from behind the looming storm clouds in the sky.

       His lips were spread into a large smile and his hands were moving around frantically with every other word that came out of his mouth. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling like an idiot. He was just beautiful and his happiness was so contagious. Then again, I may have just been a little biased when it came to him.

       "We should probably start heading back now. It looks like it’s about to storm.“ He pointed out, making me nod as I looked up to find the storm clouds were darker than before. There were more of them as well.

       "It’s been a while since I’ve seen a proper storm.” I stated, catching his attention. He was walking beside me with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets and most of his floofy blue hair was hidden beneath his beanie.

       "Really? How long has it been?“ He asked, sounding just as confused as he looked. I thought about that with my lips slightly pursed. How long had it been?

       "Close to a year now, I think.” I answered with a slight nod. He shook his head for a moment before casting his eyes up to the sky.

       "Well, it looks like you’ll see one soon.“ He assured, making me smile softly as he gave me a slight grin. How could someone possibly be so beautiful? I honestly could not understand.

       "I can’t wait.” I practically whispered. The previous conversation we’d been having had continued and I easily followed along, taking each and every word into memory as if they were the most important thing in the world. They almost were…well…he was the most important thing in the world. To me, at least.

       Before I knew it we had returned to the building where the rest of ‘Teamiplier’ had been. I was almost sad to be returning, knowing that we would no longer have time to ourselves. Maybe that was why I had grabbed his hand, stopping him from going inside when the rain had begun falling. He looked confused until he saw my large smile. That was when he seemed to remember all the times back when we were younger.

       I had always loved the rain and storms, so I would always run outside and play in the rain. It was something I hadn’t grown out of. I mean, I usually just sat outside in the rain whenever I was home, but now that I was with him again I didn’t see why we couldn’t just have some fun.

       So there we were, laughing like lunatics as we stupidly danced together in the rain. Our fingers were laced together and I was trying my best to ignore the way my heart was racing in my chest at the feeling of his soft skin on mine and the fact that he was so close.

       When we stopped dancing I had realized just how close we were, making my breath silently catch in my throat as I caught his gaze. His eyes were a perfect stormy hazel color due to the darkness of the sky and the rain falling from above us. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the rain to pelt my face as I tried to calm myself down, hoping he didn’t hear just how loud my heart was beating.

       As I stood there like that, rain hitting my face as Ethan continued to keep his fingers laced with mine, I couldn’t stop the stupid smile from spreading across my face. This was just pure bliss. I didn’t think anything could possibly be better than this moment.

       My thought process was interrupted as I felt a slight tug on my hands, pulling me closer to the warm body of the boy in front of me. When my eyes opened and I looked over at him I saw he was even closer than before and there was a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. The sight alone made me melt, especially paired with the way the rain dripped down his beautiful face and matted the small bits of blue hair to his forehead.

       "You’re beautiful.“ His whispered words were almost lost to the pounding of the rain on the pavement, but I had heard them. Oh boy, had I heard them.

       "Thank you.” I whispered back, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest and the way a red heat had spread across my face and to my ears.

       As I tried to keep myself calm I caught the way his beautiful eyes flickered from mine and to my lips for a moment before he met my eyes once more. It was hard to breathe in this moment, but it was pleasant in a way. At that moment I wasn’t sure who had moved first. All I knew was that we had ended up kissing, his hands resting on my hips as I draped my arms over his shoulders. The feeling of his soft lips on mine was even more perfect than I could have ever imagined and my head was spinning. This was all a picture perfect moment that felt like something from a movie or a romance novel, but it wasn’t. It was reality and it was my reality.

       Slowly, we pulled apart and he rested his forehead on mine. When I managed to convince myself that this wasn’t a dream, I opened my eyes and found that he was already smiling down at me with so much adoration in his eyes that he took my breath away all over again. How could someone so perfect actually exist? I could never figure it out.

       "I’ve been meaning to tell you,“ He paused for a moment to take a deep breath as his thumbs rubbed circles against my hips through my wet shirt. "I love you…and I kind of have since we were little.”

       "I guess it’s a good thing I’ve loved you just as long, huh?“ I asked, causing us both to laugh a bit. He leaned down to gently pecked my lips and I swore my heart was trying to soar out of my chest and into space. This was definitely the best day of my life.

       The sound of clapping and cheers made us both look over to find the team standing in the doorway with smiles and grins alike. I couldn’t help but giggle and hide my face in Ethan’s neck, embarrassed that we had been caught, but more than happy that this had finally happened.

       "We’re happy for you, but you two need to come inside and get changed into dry clothes before you get sick! Come inside, my children!” Amy called out to us. It wasn’t until she said that that I had realized just how cold I really was out here in the rain.

       Slowly, Ethan and I parted and laced our fingers together once more before jogging inside with everyone else, earning claps on the back and words of congratulations from everyone. As soon as we were inside Amy went into mom mode and wrapped us in towels before making us go to get changed so we didn’t catch a cold or something.


       After things had calmed down Ethan and I had ended up on the arm chair, cuddled up together and enjoying each others’ warmth and presence while everyone just conversed. A kiss to my forehead made me look up to find Ethan smiling dorkily at me. I just playfully rolled my eyes before sticking my tongue out at him.

       "So when did you two figure out you had feelings for each other?“ Kathryn asked, catching both of our attention as well as everyone else’s in the room.

       "I was actually meaning to ask you that, Ethan. When did you realize you had feelings for me?” I asked, looking up at my boyfriend as his cheeks went pink.

       "I realized I liked you when we were 5.“ Somehow, I knew exactly what he was talking about before he even turned to look at everyone else. ”(Y/N) was always playing out in her yard when it rained outside. Since we were neighbors I saw her a few times and thought it was weird, but she came over to my house one day when it was raining and she begged me to come play with her. That was when I knew I couldn’t tell her 'no’. She managed to pull me out of the house and got me to play in the puddles with her. Just seeing her so happy made me happy and…I think that was when I developed feelings for her. I didn’t realize what those feelings really were until we were about 13.“

       I couldn’t help but giggle at the memory. That was definitely one of my favorites and it warmed my heart to think back to that day. "What about you, (y/n)? When did you realize your feelings?” Kathryn asked, clearly interested in what story I could possibly have.

       "Okay, so mine came a little bit after his did. I believe it was about a year or so after that, we were six and I had this doll that I loved more than life itself. I would never go anywhere without the doll. Ethan used to tease me about it, but I would kick him in the shin and he’d shut up.“ We all laughed at that. "Anyway, we were at school one day and I was playing with my doll at recess when some boy comes up to me and rips it from my hands. I was ready to punch him and cry at the same time, but before I could do anything he had ripped her in half. Of course, I started sobbing and Ethan came to my rescue. He punched the other boy straight in the nose and got into a lot of trouble. I just remember looking up to him as my knight in shining armor after that and I even kissed his cheek to thank him.”

       Everyone was 'aww'ing at us about how cute that was and I knew my face was red. Ethan then decided that he needed to continue the tale. “I actually gave her my favorite teddy bear that same day as a replacement and she practically tackled me in a hug.”

       "I haven’t slept a single night without that bear since that day.“ I admitted with a sheepish smile. More teasing came with that confession, but I didn’t mind. All that really mattered right now was that I finally had the man of my dreams and, honestly, I couldn’t be happier.

home isn’t a place - jughead jones

Jughead x reader based on In A Week by Hozier, requested by an anon a few days ago. 

A/N: I love this, it’s pretty emotional. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, more fluff, some cursing. 


And they’d find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had his say

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

I’d be home with you, I’d be home with you

      You had sprinted to the Twilight earlier that day from your own home after receiving a text from Jughead telling you he hadn’t succeded in ousting the anonymous buyer from his place as owner of the drive in. It came at a perfect time, your parents were fighting (again) and you had to mediate between them as you have to do every day they fight. They’re both so stubborn they can’t seem to see eye to eye on anything, they’re dragging each other down, along with you with them. Every time they fought, you had a panic attack.      Along with the stresses of normal teenage life, your life has been full of extra shit. It’s not that your parents are bad people. Your father was also a Southside Serpent but your mother and you had no idea until a stash of drugs was found in your attic. Your mom tried to stick by him, but since that moment, things started falling apart.

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Nostalgia

Riverdale AU: Betty Cooper got all she wanted; she married Archie, has two beautiful redheads, does regular lunch dates with Veronica and works with her doting husband at Andrews’ Construction. Yet, the memory of her loner turned Southside Serpent boyfriend from high school lingered in her deepest, darkest memories… until he returns.

Pairing: Bughead, hints of Archie/Betty

Rated: M

Word Count: 2236

This is my first fanfic (posted on tumblr) so feedback is welcome! Also, if you would like to make any request, prefeably bughead related, I would be happy to oblige :)

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Betty Andrews dropped off little AJ and Andrea at Riverdale Elementary School before driving her silver mom van down to the construction site. Archie had landed a big deal with Lodge Industries, it didn’t hurt Betty’s best friend was the CEO, on the land that the poisonous Thorn Hill once stood on. The land had been untouched since the fire almost twenty years ago. Lodge Industries and Andrews’ Construction was going turn the property into luxury condominiums and exercise the old demons planted in the soil. Not like Riverdale needed more rich snobs, Betty had thought.

But before any of that could happen, Betty needed to drive up the paved road that led to her work trailer and the bare bones of her husband’s project. The trailer was empty when she entered and Archie’s father’s old construction hat was no longer on the wall. Her red headed husband must have wanted to get the crew started early. It was late September in Riverdale, and the crew would need to work triple time to get the project where it needed to be before the ground froze.

The blonde unpacked her posh briefcase, a present from Veronica, before sitting down and beginning to go through payroll. She remembers around this time twenty years ago when Jason Blossom’s body was found on the chilled shores of Sweet Water River. It had sent her and her friends on an adventure that brought people together and tore them apart. Betty and her first real boyfriend, Jughead Jones III, were among the people torn apart. It was a perfect cocktail of darkness that had turn Jughead into his father, a Southside Serpent. She had not seen him nineteen years, two months, and twenty-one days. No one had seen him since then. He permanently rooted himself on the Southside and dared not cross. It was like he was a dog with a shock collar.

That’s why Betty Andrews almost pissed her designer skirt when Jughead Jones III swung open the trailer door. He had on heavy combat boots, his weathered old beanie and chains on his tattered Southside Serpent jacket that tinkled when he walked to her desk. She wondered idly if that was the same jacket he got that night the Serpents came to his house and interrupted them having sex. They didn’t completely cock block the two lovers— she believed him when he said he was a Serpent for protection and let him take her virginity. When he started making shady deals in back alleys and kept his lips tight about everything, she knew he really became a snake. He became his father.

He certainly filled out the jacket much better than he did when he was sixteen. His face was hardened, his shoulders broad and face scruffy. She knew he would grow up handsome like his father. But his beauty didn’t distract from the fact he dropped an old black duffle bag full of cash on her desk.

“Jughead?” Was all she could manage. This moment had played this moment so many times in her head, seeing him again. Betty would hug him and punch him and thank God he was safe. Instead she sat like a scarecrow. Her lips were numb and her arms were tingling. It’s like all of life’s answers were in front of her, she just had to ask the right questions, but couldn’t speak. As a matter of fact, Betty had several questions, like what the hell was he doing at Thorn Hill, why was he dropping money in front of her, and… was he seeing someone?

He nodded with that old lopsided grin that used to make Betty swoon. His face showed that he had expected her to act this way. Speechless and in awe. The way she used to act in the privacy of her pale pink bedroom, with his black hair and signature beanie between her white thighs.

“Every great villain makes a reappearance,” he smiled, his voice surprising Betty with how low and careful his words sounded. “The snake slithers back to Riverdale.”

He still spoke like a writer.

“You were never the villain, Jughead,” Betty shook her head, already done with the conversation. Her mind was already spinning with reasons for Jughead’s return and his money. Trying to buy out Archie? Bribe for shutting down the project on Thorn Hill?

“You made me feel like one,” Jughead’s straight face didn’t falter, but his voice sounded small like when they had their fights back in high school towards the end of it all.

Betty didn’t have a response for what he said. Because back then, she had believed he was a villain. He was running drugs she later found out. But with time comes understanding. The Serpents were his family. The only semi-functional family he had and he would do anything to help them. Just like she would do anything to protect AJ and Andrea. But this was no longer about her, or about her and Jughead.

“Is Archie available? I want to talk to him about a deal,” Jughead said.

“No, he’s not available. He’s on site. I’m part of the company, you can speak with me about the deal,” Betty smiled with a hint of the old warmth Jughead felt back in high school. When she touched him, that was he could say to describe how he felt. Warm. And Jughead was hardly speechless.

“Alright then. I gathered enough money to buy the old drive in. I already had a discussion with Veronica and she is accepting my offer. Now, I’ve come to Archie to hire him for the construction.”

Betty scoffed and stood on her nude heels. None of this seemed plausible. Veronica, her bestie, would have told her if her first love was back on this side of town and had enough money to buy such a valuable piece of land.

“Veronica would have told me,” Betty accused.

“I swore her to secrecy.”

“What do you plan to put there?”

“Rebuild the Twilight.”

Jughead was still the hopeless romantic, the nostalgic loser who just want to find a home. Betty sympathized with him. There were moments when she sits in the fancy restaurant where Pop’s once stood and craved the smell of grease wafting from the kitchen and the taste of classic vanilla slurping down her throat. She often revels in those memories of high school… the memories of Jughead. He understood on a level Archie was never able to. He had unwavering belief in her and accepted her emerging darkness. Betty reminded herself that it was unfair that she didn’t accept his.

“It took you twenty years to get the money?”

“I’m not The fucking Penguin from Batman, Betty. You think I’m some kingpin. I’m still Jug,” he shrugged. “I’ve always been him. The one you grew up with. The one you once loved.”

Betty finally came out from behind her desk. It was her layer of protection that she used to hopefully keep her from what she wanted to do since his rugged frame entered the trailer. But the doe eyed pleading of twenty years ago, the same eyes that begged her not to leave him, now begged her for something else. He wanted to rebuild the Twilight to make things go back to the way they were before.

And in that moment, with the chill outside of impending winter, with her husband outside those doors, with a Southside degenerate in front of her, she too wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

Jughead read it in her eyes. He read her like a book he wrote himself. He knew every word, but he was impressed how they took on a shape of their own.

“I’m sorry, Juggy,” Betty said, stepping ever so closer to him. He smelled like pine.

“You know when you use to call me Juggy it made me weak,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

Betty was even lower, “I know.”

Jughead’s callused hands gripped Betty’s face and pulled her pouty lips to his. As soon as they made contact, it was like they were in FP’s trailer again, that rainy night, full of love, lust, and teenage hormones. Betty stopped the kiss only for a moment to swipe credit card statements and timecards and Jughead’s money, all for her husband’s business; onto the floor so she could back up onto the cheap desk and pull the dark-haired man’s hips closer to her’s by hooking her hips around him.

The old lovers wasted no time in shedding Jughead’s jacket, ripping off his ripe beanie and shedding Betty’s beige blazer as their lips kissed each other swollen. With the blazer gone, Jughead had open access to Betty’s neck, which he fully took advantage of. His suctioned kisses left saliva along her neck and down her chest. She knew she would be purple and have some explaining to do, but at this moment, it was her and Jughead, trapped in the time machine of the trailer; back in high school with high stamina and insatiable desire for one another’s bodies.

Betty did the honors in raising Jughead’s arms and taking off his plain white tee. She paused to take in his chest. This was not the body of a boy—but the body of a man who has seen the darkness. Despite almost being forty, his chest was tight and black hairs splintered down his stomach and into his black jeans. She raked her fingers over his chest and he smiled like a Colgate commercial because he knew that she was impressed. Archie may have been hot in high school, but that was high school. Archie may have married the only woman Jughead had ever loved, but right now, the sight of his body alone was leaving his former best friend’s wife breathless.

He picked up where they left off and unbuttoned her slick polka dotted blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Her nipples were hard and begging for Jughead to release them. He noted how quickly he took her bra off compared to when they were teens, but her eyes went blurry when he took a pink nipple in between is lips and tugged on the other with his fingers. He looked up at her as he sucked on her breast, and that look of innocence he had in his eyes as he had a mouthful of her tit made Mrs. Andrews groan and slide off her skirt without warning. Her underwear went too; there wasn’t any more time for foreplay. It seemed like her life depended on Jug’s cock being inside her. Jughead wanted to savor this moment, he doubted there would ever be another in the history of Riverdale, but Betty’s dragged Jughead’s pants and boxers down without asking permission. She found herself on her knees in front of his member. It was longer than she remembered, thicker too, but she was ready for it. She gave a few appreciative licks to his bulbous head, making Jughead’s moans rumble throughout his body and down to his groin. Betty smiled at the effect she still had on him.

Betty resumed her position on her desk and laid there in only a pair of heels, lips swollen and parted, begging for Jughead. The little hairs around her scalp fell loose from her ponytail and curled, framing her face like a pair of hands. Jughead put his hands there instead and held her face as he entered her. It had been twenty years since he had found himself here, nestled inside the white-hot heat of Betty’s vagina, but it felt like he never left. They just stayed like that for a few minutes.

This is where she was supposed to be. This is where she imagined herself twenty years ago on a September day much like this. Jughead’s place is in between Betty’s legs, looking at her adoringly like he is now. He still loved her, and although she didn’t want to, she never loved Archie like she does Jughead. They couple could no longer take the heat of one another Jughead started to send lazy thrusts into Betty. It wasn’t lazy in the way of not caring, but lazy in how it was slow, how his entire length pulled out and dove back in at an excruciating pace so she felt every pulse and vein throughout his loving cock. Betty was seeing stars, those yellow cartoon ones, when he fucked her so expertly. She sat up so their bodies could be as close as possible. She pulled him closer and squeezed like she was trying to squish them together until they became one. Jughead gradually sped up until he was a piston firing into her twenty years of built of love, hate and loneliness. His right hand found her clit and rubbed forceful circle around the bundle of nerves as their mouths engaged in wet kiss and licks.

Betty let loose first, crying out Jughead’s name certainly and lovingly. Knowing that she needed this just as much as he did made his cock pour all of its love into her. Their bodies were sweaty and heaving, but the two didn’t move. Jughead pulled out from her but Betty wouldn’t let him go. She kissed the shell of his ear before she whispered, “I’m not making the same mistake twice, Jughead. I’m not letting you go again.”

anaxiphilia

A/N: ahh~ i worked so hard on this so i hope everyone enjoys reading =^~^= don’t hesitate to get to my inbox and let me know how it is!! thank u to @mvnyoongis for encouraging me through the whole thing !!

** anaxiphilia: (n.) love of or attraction to unsuitable mates; an act of falling in love with the wrong person

Word Count: r.i.p

MENTIONS OF BLOOD. MINOR SWEARING. SMUT.

|| ANGELS + DEMONS AU || Demon!Yoongi ||

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by classysuga

They say that the yin and yang represent the good and the evil; Yin being the dark energy with a sliver of light, and Yang being the light energy with the sliver of dark. For the Yang angel who fell from Heaven, her dark energy had been too much in the eyes of God. It didn’t help that Y/N was so fascinated with the living; if she wanted to live again, then so be it.

Long, flowing, blonde hair; bright, blue, clear eyes; glowing, radiant health: these were the things that made Y/N so physically beautiful that the other angels had actually become envious. But of course, envy isn’t something that’s encouraged in the land of the promised. Her pure white wings would take her anywhere she pleased, and that’s precisely what she did in her time.

All good stories come to an end, only her ending wasn’t too desirable. Her fair skin became paler at God’s words, and the pain she felt when her beautiful wings were ripped off was incomparable. As she fell from the Heavens, blood was spread all across her back, staining her once perfect dress. Tears fell from her eyes, floating in the whooshing air past her head. Before she hit the ground, she whimpered her last words as an angel from above.

“Forgive me.”

Yin: The dark energy with light found inside. That’s exactly what Min Yoongi was, and the light in his heart was exactly what sent him to live with the mortals on Earth. From the fiery depths of Hell, the Devil himself deemed Yoongi “too good” to live amongst his brethren, and so he banished him to be with the living; Heaven didn’t accept an entity like him, which left him with only one choice: to live among the mortals on Earth.

His platinum blond hair that stopped in front of his eyes, dark hollow eyes that seemed to sink into his head, and the dark aura that surrounded him; He was Min Yoongi. The things he had done, the crimes he committed were things even the other people in Hell didn’t dare to do, practically making him the Devil’s right hand man, but the moment Min Yoongi showed weakness in the face of a battle, the light in his heart started to spark.

His departure wasn’t the most pleasant way, even for a demon. Brutally taking back the wings he had given, the Devil tore them off so barbarically that Yoongi knew that no other pain could compare to the flesh ripping off of his skin. His horns weren’t any less painful. In fact, they were just as painful as the wing removal. The Devil’s burly hands gripped Yoongi’s horns so tightly and so roughly, that upon grabbing them, Yoongi could already feel the skin lift off of his skull, blood trickling down as he cried out.

When Yoongi was finally stripped of his horns and wings, a force so powerful took Yoongi to the surface of the Earth, dragging his near unconscious body through the dirt and the rough terrain. His ear-piercing cries were muffled by the ground surrounding him, his body repeatedly taking beating after beating. As the force pulling him to the surface stopped, there Yoongi laid on the concrete, his body aching and bleeding, covered in bruises and cuts. His quiet, coarse voice cursed out the very words that brought him to Hell.

“Damn you.”

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God Died with You

Characters: Eto and Noro

Summary: Sometimes Curiosity doesn’t kill the cat, but the person they care most about.

Excerpt:

   Eto didn’t need her father nor her mother as long as she had Noroi, she often wondered why the gods in his stories didn’t let him be her true father. No matter how many times she wanted to call him her father she was always met with the same answer.

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EXO Finding Out You Saved Money to Buy Them Expensive Jewelry

Xiumin: “Really hon? A diamond encrusted ponytail holder for Xiudaddy’s flawless man bun?” You would read the text during your lunch break at work. Asking how he had found your notebook that had your ideas of what to get Xiumin for your anniversary, you would huff in annoyance. It was a great present idea and Xiumin had to be the detective he is and ruin it.  

Luhan:  “Lu-Ge! What are you doing?” You nervously ask seeing Luhan on the couch going through your hidden piggy bank. Looking up at you with confusion, Luhan came over to stand in front of you. “Babe, do you need help with paying for school because you don’t ha-“You would throw your hand up for silence, begrudgingly, you would tell him about how you wanted to save up money to buy Lu this deer necklace you found online. Once learning about your plan, Luhan promised to wear it on Running Man.

Kris: “Jagi? Can I ask you something?” Kris called from the bedroom. “What is it?” You asked as you walked in to see your boyfriend laying against the headboard with his laptop on his lap. “Why did you have $645 dollars transfer into a new account?” Kris would ask in interest. Knowing it would be stupid to lie, you confessed that you wanted to get him the Saint Laurent gold sneakers he had commented on but you needed some time to gather up enough money for it. Hearing your story, Kris would simply say okay and go on with his day with a small smile on his face.   

Lay: Yixing didn’t know why you were crying on the floor of your closet but he wasn’t going to let go of holding you until you told him why. Finally able to control your breathing, you would sadly confess that you had been saving up money for a long time to get this jade embedded bracelet for Yixing’s birthday. It wasn’t until today, with only a few weeks left, that you realized you weren’t going to be able to have enough money to buy it in time. Fast forwarding to Yixing finding you on the floor, you weren’t surprised when Yixing sang Chinese lullabies to you to calm you down before telling you he didn’t need anything for his birthday but that he truly appreciated it.   

Suho: At first Suho would be shocked at you trying to hide the fact that you were saving up money to buy him the Armani watch he had been eyeing last time you guys went shopping. He would never think of having you buy him something when we all know Suho Money is extremely capable and willing to pay for it himself. However, after thinking about it some more, Suho could never stop smiling like a child when he would see you drop a dollar or two into a box that you now kept on the coffee table (previously hidden in your closet). 

Chen: Chen doesn’t really tear up at emotional things, he wants to but usually stays strong for others. But, when he found you counting change diligently in the bathroom and getting out from you that you had been saving up to buy him a gold cross for his trip back home. No matter the effort he put into holding back his tears, Chen had to finally give in and cry into your shoulder with happiness. 

Chanyeol: Chanyeol would be a complete mess when he opened the present you had gotten him for the start of the new EXOLUXION tour. It was a platinum ring with an onyx band that had his symbol etched in. When Chan asked how you had been able to pay for it, with you attending college and waiting tables, you simply said you saved up money for him. Because anything for Chan, no matter the work or cost, was worth it.

Baekhyun: You don’t know why you wanted to start saving up money for Baekhyun’s secret present. He didn’t have a birthday coming up and your anniversary was two months ago, but the minute you saw the anklet in the store window, you knew you had to get it for Bacon. Unfortunately, coming back from the store with his present after saving up for almost five months, you found Baekhyun showing off his new piece of jewelry to Chan and Soo. “That’s okay, Jagiya.” Baekhyun said after hearing about your present, clipped your anklet around his, Baekhyun turned his ankle outwards. “Well, two is always better than one, right Babe?”  

D.O:  Kyungsoo would never tell you but he had overheard you talking with your friend about saving up money to buy him diamond cufflinks that had his surname engraved into them. Of course Kyungsoo felt honored that you thought he was worth the effort of saving enough cash to buy him this expensive present. Slipping his suit jacket on, Kyungsoo turned to look at you with a small smirk. “I will definitely pull these off.” 

Tao: Surprisingly Tao never found out about you saving up money to buy the Gucci earrings that Tao would not shut up about. Usually he was always in your business when you went shopping but this time, Tao was genuinely surprised when seeing his present. Unlike the others who might feel a little burdened by how much you paid for their present, Tao would just smile at knowing how much you cared for him before taking one of the earrings from his ear and placing it in yours.   

Kai: “Honestly Kai, it isn’t going to be that expensive. Just a few paychecks.” You said in fake ease as you tried to convince Kai to let you buy him the ruby choker you had seen online while shopping for yourself. It was the perfect staple piece that Kai needed for his “Deep Breath” solo dance. “Fine, you can buy it and I’ll wear it but I have to do something for you in return.” Kai said as he pulled you into a hug. 

Sehun: Although Sehun tended to be such a pain in the ass when it came to finding your surprises for him, when he found your excel spreadsheet calculating how long you needed to save to buy the newest Cartier bracelet for him; he was humbled by it. Closing the document, Sehun would tell you he had found it but instead of his usually gloating, Sehun would just pull you into an embrace instead. 

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Creepypasta #1014: I Lost Contact With Our Arctic Research Team

Length: Super long

I’m sharing details of a confidential exploration of the southern ice cap. I was the radio point of contact back on the mainland, I can’t disclose which country our contact point was in because it might give enough clue to identify which group this was linked to and trace this back to me.

Let me start at the beginning. Our organization’s goal was to research the effects of global warming and global climate change on the southern ice cap. We mostly focused on satellite images, tracking the shrinking of glaciers on the outermost edges. We used these to document the speed of changes, predict time lines and compare with the temperature averages globally. Generally, pretty boring stuff.

While going over the satellite data we found an anomalous glacier, it was a strange color, darker than most, almost ashy. This glacier was also shrinking more rapidly than ones along the same latitude. The most likely explanation was that it must be located near some sort of volcanic activity, but the area was not one where one would expect to find volcanic activity. There were no fault lines around it, no seismic activity reported in the region.

A few months went by and this drifted around a bit until it went up the command chain to the head of operations who managed to get grant money approved to send an expedition to the glacier to harvest samples.

A research crew was sent out and returned with samples of the dark ice and some interesting pictures. Sure enough, the ice was ashy grey. It was as if there was a heavy sediment embedded in the ice, but the ice on the surface had to be very old, frozen for a very long time.

Cores were collected at regular intervals from the southern most tip of the glacier all the way to the point where it reached the ocean.

Upon looking into the contents of the ice we were quite shocked. We expected to find volcanic mineral deposits, rich in sulfur and hydrogen sulfide but instead what we found seemed more like organic matter. It looked like frozen cells, but not plant cells like a plankton or algae. There was no cell wall on these, they were very unusual.

It was decided that a more extensive investigation including a remote submarine should be sent to further explore the area and take cores from below the surface, as well as see if any kind of ecosystem exists in the water.

It was almost a year before enough grant money could be gathered to launch this extremely expensive expedition. During this time the glacier continued to erode away at an unnatural rate.

When our expedition team arrived they reported a darkening of the water in the immediate vicinity of the glacier. It was a cloudy grey, much like one would expect from volcanic activity near the surface, but the bottom should be deep enough that any normal volcanic sediment would have dispersed at this point. There shouldn’t be enough sediment to cover that large an area with such a heavy film.

Water samples were collected, and early on-site examination found more of the cell-like structures within the water.

The boat was anchored onto a nearby icy plane that was receding much slower than dark ice and a base camp was established. They still wanted to launch the remote submersible, but there was worry that the visibility would be too poor to allow for much visual data collection, they would have to use sonar to navigate beneath the glacier and collect samples carefully.

During the first few nights the crew reported on some fascinating noises coming from the dark glacier in the distance. They said it sounded sort of like normal sounds of fracturing or moving ice, but somehow different.

The first three days were spent scouting the surface of the glacier with surface penetrating radar to identify where the shallowest sections of ice were in order to send the submersible to the center-most region that could be reached.

During these three days they reported the noises continued to get louder and more frequent, but they couldn’t explain why, the temperature had not shifted significantly in the past six months, so there shouldn’t be any unusual amount of melting occurring.

The surface penetrating radar was capable of determining the depth of the ice, but not how deep the water below the ice was. It had to be assumed that the shallowest of areas were channels and waterways beneath the ice and not simply raised land geometry or sand bars due to the assumed depth of this location.

There were some promising channels leading roughly just shy of the center point of the glacier, which was promising enough for the team. They began preparations and test runs of the submersible in the surrounding waters to prepare for its launch beneath the glacier.

Since their arrival the glacier had seen considerably more melting along its northern boundary. They still had no theories for the rapid melting occurring in this specific region despite stable, low temperatures, but assumed there was an answer in the smokey waters around the ice shelf.

The day came for the submersible mission, the goal was to take it slow and steady to conserve energy and carefully navigate through the widest channel. While it wasn’t the deepest, it had the lowest chance of the underwater unit becoming trapped beneath the ice, a 1.3 million dollar piece of equipment lost. It would surely cost us our funding if such a thing were to happen.

Upon lowering it into the water, it was clear the visibility remained poor throughout, so we could rule out sediment that had simply risen to the surface. It seemed to be suspended throughout the water, whether it was dispersed through the melting of the glacier, or coming from some underwater vent beneath it was what intrigued us.

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Two of Us | TBS

a/n: as requested by histekia: Thomas Sangster is Y/N new neighbor and has the habit of playing old Rock music at 3 am, what makes Y/N hate her new door buddy more and more. One day when she has to get up early for an audition for the scorch trials movie, she bangs at the door of the Beatles listener and screams and yells at him. one week later Y/N got the job and its her first day on movie set, neighbor was silent since this day, but Y/N has to find out, her new co worker is Rock lover Thomas Brodie Sangster (thanks!)

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Brodie Sangster

Warnings: mild language, drinking mention

Word Count: 2040

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 Life was pretty quiet in your neighbourhood. You lived in a basic, but decent loft in the high rises of New York. The only reason you lived there is your ‘rising’ success in the acting industry. A few commercials here and there and you’ve been extras in movies.  Also you would interview celebrities and such, so that always helped. Soon enough, you gathered enough money to have a place you can call ‘home.’

And you love how there’s no loud noises, if any,  and you were great friends with your next door neighbour, Maria. She was so sincere and you two would always have wonderful conversations. She would always bring the best out of you. 

One day, Maria came in with a box that was labeled, ‘stuff for Y/N.’

“What’s all this for?” you pondered as you rummaged through the box.

“Well,” Maria started, “I was called from my agent saying that I’m moving to LA for getting a role in America’s Next Top Model!”

“Oh, Maria! That’s wonderful news!” you cried.

“These past three years have been amazing experience, and it’s been an honor having you as friend,” Maria choked.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better friend,” you replied.

“Well, I’m already packed up and ready to go, I’m leaving tomorrow and honestly: I’m going to fucking miss you,” Maria giggled.

“Hey, let’s just make the best of it,” you replied as you brought out two wine glasses.

“Cheers!” Maria announced.

“Cheers…”

~~

Days turned into weeks, and you realized how much you missed Maria.

“I’m doing wonderful, Y/N” Maria fawned as you talked through face time on the computer. Maria was talking about a cute guy she’s been chatting up off the screen.

“It’s a damn shame you don’t know anyone that’s interested in you,” Maria sighed as you rolled your eyes.

“I already told you, I don’t need a man right now. I’ve got big plans.” You huffed.

“Sure, sure,” Maria chuckled, “Heard anything about my old ‘home’ being up for grabs?”

“Well, I heard some guy already took it just it a few days ago, and he’s already moved in and everything.” You grumbled.

You must have a sixth sense. Because at that moment, a guy about your age of 23 barged in simply saying, “Can I borrow your phone to call a locksmith?”

“Kitchen counter, you’re welcome.” You blatantly say, not even caring who just came inside your home. It didn’t matter really; it was often that it happens, simply because you’re a nice person… Sometimes.

“Who was that?!” Maria asked suggestively.

“I have no clue, it’s probably some bloke who got locked out,” you replied, surprised at your choice of words.

“Don’t say such a thing! Maybe he’ll be your future boyfriend,” Maria insisted.

“Now you’re just plain wrong. Look, you’ve scared the boy off!” you snickered, wondering where the guy went. Looks like he just, vanished. He probably stole your phone or a prized possesion, but it’s gone now. 

“Okay, okay. Hey, I’ve gotta run! Producers shouted that they want me and all that crap,” Maria sighed.

“Hey, I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines okay?” you sympathized.

“Alright Y/N, and I’ll cheer you on for the vie to get that movie role!” she cheered.

“Cheers!” you yelled.

“Cheers!” Maria sang.

~~~

3.

It is 3 in the fucking morning. Who in the name of hell, blasts music at such a peculiar hour.

The stupid music has been playing every night around 3 for the past 3 weeks, and whoever blasts the music, they don’t ever stop until exactly at 4:30 in the morning. And it’s always classic rock.  Your neighbor must be some old hippie pothead or wannabe ‘hipster.’ But, you’re not the one to judge.

As you put your ear next to the wall, you realize that the mystery person blasting classic rock songs is specifically your all time favorite band, The Beatles.

“I’ll let you slide this time once again, mystery man,” you chuckled, returning back to practicing your script for your audition later that day.

It’s for a role in this movie called The Scorch Trials. The role you were trying to obtain was for the role of a girl named Brenda.  

You don’t know much about the plot, other than there was a first movie before this one, and that it ‘was critically acclaimed’ and ‘popular’ among the teen population.

You’ve wondered the past years why dystopia-themed movies have been on the rise. Why are teenagers so pumped up of living during an apocalypse? It just doesn’t make any sense.

Is it the plot? The setting? The feeling that you might have a slight chance of defeating the odds? You just don’t know.

Maybe it’s the character’s charisma. Or the movie potrayals. Or maybe the guys are just very ‘attractive.’

Who knows.

“Teenagers are so fucking weird,” you concluded, “I’m surprised I was like that as well.”

You were trying to concentrate long and hard on the script, trying to get into character.

But you just couldn’t. Not with all the racket next door.

You turn on your phone to check the time: 3:46 am.

“Great,” you huffed, “might as well just stay up the rest of the fucking morning.”

But you knew you couldn’t do that, even if your life depended on it. 

Because everybody knows, once you mess up one tiny bit during the audition… you’re fucking done.

And there’re nothing you can do about it.

“Well,” you groaned, “here’s to hopefully having a successful audition.”

“Cheers…” you whispered as you dozed off to sleep.

~~~

One Week later. outside your home. 2:30 PM.

You got the part. The role of Brenda for the The Scorch Trials. And it felt bloody fantastic. The directors even gave you the final listing for the movie, and said ‘better start getting to know them: they’re a handful,” he said as he chuckled.

You walked into your home, and just started to play your own fair share of music (a reasonable volume, of course), while busting out the materials to bake your own celebratory cake. 

.

Hours upon hours went by, and you just celebrated the day, even calling Maria about the news while she was being filmed. it was a real knee slapper that the producers said they might include that bit for their next episode. 

You were so bloody happy that you didn’t know that you just wasted an entire afternoon/evening being alone. And it was alright.

You see on your clock that it says it’s 7 in the evening. 

“Hell yeah time to have a movie marathon,” you cheered.

Then the unthinkable happen: the neighbor started to play their music. This time. it was ‘Helter Skelter’ by the Beatles.

And it wasn’t 3 in the morning.

“Holy shit I’ve had enough of this,” you yelled as you marched out the door and went next door to the neighbor’s door.

You started banging the door and ringing the doorbell, but no one would answer.

“Hey! Whoever the fuck you are: you better fucking stop blasting that music or I’ll call the police,” you boomed as you gave the door a good kick before you stormed off back to your place.

You decided to forget entirely about the movie marathon and chose to do your favorite hobby that calms you down: playing guitar.

You played random chords, to full songs, to your own creations. It was very calming to hear the gentle strum and the occasional foot tap.

Out of nowhere, you started to sing to the song ‘Two of Us’ by the Beatles, and you were in pure bliss.

Every note, chord, and vocal made you lose yourself, and soon enough you singing loud enough so your voice would echo across your home. That song was the first song you’ve ever listen from them, and ever since, it was always you go-to song to have a breather from a long day at work.

As you were singing your heart out to your jam, you didn’t hear the door open. And it completely caught you by surprise and you let out a yelp.

“Oh! i’m so sorry” the worried voice said from the front door,  "am I pertruding you??“

You composed yourself and said, “Oh, not at all!” you said as you blushed as you set down your guitar.

"I just wanted to apologize from earlier,” the guy sheepishly said with his strong accent. It was the same guy that asked for a locksmith just weeks earlier.

“What did you do?” you quizically asked.

“I’ve been responsible for all the loud music for the past month or so,” he responded as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You?!” you exclaimed, “you’re the one that puts the ‘sick’ in ‘classic rock?!’”

“I’m really, terribly sorry if I’ve caused any trouble,” he said as grabbed your hand and started shaking it furiosly.

“oh, no worries!” you chirped, flustered, “if anything, you helped me!”

"And how does that work??”

“Well,” you started, “because of your music, I would stay up later to practice my lines for a role I was auditioning for. And now I have the part!”

“Well, congrats to you!” the guy cheered, “Funny you say that: because I’m here for a movie as well. Well, I didn’t have to audtion because I’m already part of the movie.”

“Wait,” you said, “what movie are you gonna be in?” 

"This movie called The Scorch Trials," the guy responded, "why?”

Then it hit you: the accent, the movie, the director’s words, the hair. it was all connecting.

Quickly you got the cast list you recieved and kept muttering, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

“Is something wrong,” the guy piped up as he trailed behind, wondering what you were doing.

You spun on your heel and said apruptly, “you’re Thomas Brodie Sangster, you play Newt.

Then it clicked to Thomas, “and you’re Y/N, the girl that got the role of Brenda!”

Awkward silence followed after.

“So, you’r a Beatles fan, huh?” you piped up.

“I’m pretty sure everyone is..” Thomas chuckled.

“Favorite member?” you asked.

“Paul, because he plays the bass… and I sometimes do as well,” Thomas said.

“George is my favorite,” you simply said.

Another awkward silence.

“So was that you singing ‘Two of Us?’” Thomas questioned.

“Yeah, it was…” you stammer.

“Well I think you sounded absolutely wonderful,” Thomas complimented, blushung a deep red as he nervously laughed, “you have such an angelic voice.”

"Why thank you,” you beamed. It’s the first time anyone (excluding family and Maria) has ever listened to you sing all alone. You’re usually doing duets at campfires and that’s about it.

“I know this might sound crazy,” Thomas said, “but I think I’ve fallen in love with you”

Your heart froze. You felt butterflies in your stomach as the two of you leaned in for a kiss. The kiss felt wonderful, sweet… Loving. A big, dopey face was on both of your faces, and the two of you couldn’t stop blushing.

“Y/N…” Thomas whispered, “would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night??”

“I would love to!” you gushed. 

“You’ll never forget it, promise.” Thomas said as he kissed your hand, “how about a jam session to celebrate our new road?”

“Excellent idea,” you said, imitating his accent. You went to your closet and got another acoustic guitar and handed it to Thomas.

The of you went to the couch, and Thomas said, “Let’s sing the song that I heard when I first met you face to face.”

“Two of Us?” you happily asked as Thomas nodded as you started to say your favorite part of the song:

I Dig a Pgymy by Charles Hawtry and the Deaf-Aids

Phase One in which Doris gets her oats.

Thomas laughed as he started strumming the first few chords.

Two of us, riding no where spending someone’s hard earn pay

You and me Sunday driving, not arriving 

on our way back home…

And for the rest of the night, you and Thomas strummed away, forming a close bond.

Just like John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

Only better.

a/n: thank you once again for this prompt! it’s actually one of my favorites. remember: send more ideas! love you guys :) cheers xx

Spice and Wolf’s story revolves around Kraft Lawrence, a 25-year-old traveling merchant who peddles various goods from town to town to make a living in a stylized historical setting with European influences. His main goal in life is to gather enough money to start his own shop, and he already has been traveling for seven years while gaining experience in the trade. One night when stopped at the town of Pasloe, he finds in his wagon a Pagan wolf-deity named Holo who is over 600 years old. She takes the form of a 15-year-old girl, except for a wolf’s tail and ears. She introduces herself as the town’s goddess of harvest, who has kept it blessed with good harvests of wheat for many years. Despite her responsibility to watch over the town, she wants to go back to her homeland in the north called Yoitsu; she believes the people have already forsaken her and that she has kept her promise to maintain the good harvests. Holo wants also to travel to see how the world has changed while she has remained in one place for years. She manages to bargain her way out of the village by making a deal with Lawrence to take her with him. As they travel, her wisdom helps increase his profits, but at the same time, her true nature draws unwanted attention from the Church.

anonymous asked:

how about the matsus reaction to their crush doing something really sweet/out of their way for them, and when they ask the crush why they did what they did, the crush says it's because they care about their respective matsu?

This is really cute, anon. :’)

Osomatsu: They didn’t know it was possible for the boys grin to get wider. “Heh, of course you do!” They expected the boasting, really, but what Oso’s crush didn’t expect was they genuine gratitude in his eyes. His attitude towards them doesn’t seem to change very much beyond one time he payed for their ice cream, but there is a significant differences when he’s around his brothers. He won’t stop telling them about what they did for him, even after weeks. It’s almost to the point of being annoying to his siblings, but his crush doesn’t mind at all. 

Karamatsu: It seems to take less than seconds from the moment he gets praised until he starts crying. His crush attempting to comfort him only seems to make him cry more, and eventually they just wait it out. Soon after, Karamatsu is going all out for them in everything he does for them. It’s fairly clear he’s not used to this sort of attention, and it also seems he feels the need to repay it. The two spend a lot of time together, and Kara even starts saving up a little more money to buy them some trinkets. They insist that he doesn’t need to do any of this, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. 

Choromatsu: Flustered, he’s so flustered. He turns away from them for a moment or two (his crush things they may have seen him do a fist pump) before looking back, evidence that he’s at least teared up on his face. He puts a hand on their shoulder and, very sincerely, says thank you. He’s really not sure how to go about repaying them, but after a week, he’s gathered enough money to a very nice restaurant that Todomatsu recommended. It’s fairly material, and he’s not completely happy with it, but he promises them (and himself) that’s he’s going to do all he can to repay them. 

Ichimatsu: He blinks a few times, unsure of what he’s hearing. Deep down he might know that his brothers care about him… but this is different. There’s a long, more than akward silence before the fourth brother stands up and pulls his crush into a hug. It doesn’t last very long and he pulls away with a muttered thank you before he shuffles off to go play with cats, or whatever he does when he’s alone. It’s a little while before they see him again, but when they do, his frown seems to have lessened, if only slightly. 

Jyushimatsu: His mouth closes. It wasn’t the first time his crush had seen that, but it was still odd to them. In the wide smiles place, a smaller, but somehow more genuine look passes over it. The moment of serenity doesn’t last though, before he’s picked them up in a hug and spun them around several times. For the next good while, he constantly tells you how much he cares about them too. At any possible moment, really. He spends a lot of time trying even harder to make them smile. It would have worked anyway, honestly, but the effort he’s putting in makes it even better. 

Todomatsu: At first, he doesn’t seem phased. He nods and smiles at them before quickly chaging the conversation back to somthing about him. Still, after the fact, it’s hard not to notice that he’s taking more glances at them. His crush would start to notice little things that he’s done for them more often. Totty isn’t the best at showing gratitude when it’s genuine. Can he fake it? Sure, but when it’s real… That’s when it gets difficult. But he really does try to show them, even if it’s not verbally. 

~We’re open for prompts~~

No, but imagine Ichigo and Orihime living together domestically. 

  • They alternate cooking because Ichigo can’t handle Orihime’s unique appetite; he can’t forcibly bring himself to be mean to her so he learns how to cook and switches out with her every other night so that she doesn’t feel bad.
  • They both have their set of chores and Orihime keeps a calender hung up on the fridge so that neither can lie about who’s turn it is to do what. 
  • Ichigo wakes up early so he makes them both coffee. He puts extra cream in hers because she likes things sweet and sometimes brings her little bagels with a selection of toppings because she’s anything but conventional and he gets the feeling he can tell what her mood will be by what she chooses. He makes small talk while he fixes up the bagel and smiles at her little frown because he knows she’s sleepy but she won’t stop responding. 
  • She designates specific days of the week for Movie Night or Game Night. He flips a coin for what movie they’ll watch (he’ll sometimes lie and say she won so that she’ll curl up close to him like she always does). 
  • Every month they gather enough money to go on a little date.
  • Sometimes, on their days off, they’ll just lie in bed together, have pillow talk. Or lounge around in their pajamas and do nothing all day.
  • In the summer, he lets her steal his boxers to sleep in, and in the winter they bring extra blankets to bed and probably spoon to keep warm.
  • On her birthday, he takes her to her favorite bakery and lets her buy whatever she wants (within a reasonable price range; budgets, you know). Or even spends the day at the park and feed the ducks, because Orihime is simple and practical and easy to please.
  • On his birthday, she brings him all sorts of chocolate flavored treats from work. Or bakes him a giant cake they’ll probably never finish and tries to wheel it to the bed to surprise him but usually has trouble getting it through the door. Or invites the whole family over without telling him to surprise him when he gets home, and then almost gives him a heart attack because Ichigo doesn’t react the way normal people react and his blood level spiked way too high and he really shouldn’t be that ready to punch people.
  • She sometimes wakes up to him drooling in her hair and he sometimes wakes up to her elbow in his face.
  • He goes to the store and buys her tampons or pads or candy. Puts on her favorite movie and makes her tea and [halfheartedly] complains about the whole thing. 
  • She often mentions cutting her hair, but Ichigo really likes her hair long and it’d be pretty nice if she kept it that long and if she really wanted to cut it, she’d get a trim, because, “It’s actually really – pretty. You don’t have to cut it." 
  • In return she asks him to grow a mustache because she’s always been really curious how one would look like on him and, "It won’t look that bad. Just once.”
  • And later they mutually decide he’ll never grow out his facial hair again.
  • When he passes out on the couch, she tries to carry him to bed. Only makes it halfway through the hall and then decides the hallway is almost as good as the bed.
  • He usually wakes up to find her sprawled next to him on the ground when this happens and has to drag them both to bed anyway.
  • The beach is too far and gasoline costs too much, so they tan on the back porch and write stupid things on one another with sunscreen when one of them passes out.
  • Orihime is usually the one that knows where the aloe vera is at to help soothe sunburns.
  • Ichigo is surprisingly good at knitting. See those scarves Orihime has displayed all proudly on the hat rack by the door? He made those. Don’t say anything.
  • Orihime gets useless things for him sometimes, kind of in the way some guys get flowers for their girlfriends only reversed. She gets him stuffed animals, but the kind of animals he doesn’t even really like. Like a zebra or a gorilla or a bird of some kind. Or she gets him an origami book.
  • Update: Ichigo had some free time. He’s pretty good at origami. Don’t say anything.
  • They shower together mostly just to spend time together. She tells him about her day at work or how Tatsuki is doing or this new recipe she’s thought up on the fly. He tells her about a new show he figures she’ll like or how his family is doing or stupid work is or how, “Those two things really shouldn’t be mixed together, you’ll get sick again,” and, “Fine, if you really want to. Don’t come crawling back to me crying about how much it hurts.”
  • She comes crawling back to him crying about how much it hurts when she messes up on some concoction she made in the kitchen.
  • He never turns her away.
  • On Christmas, they usually throw together a tree at the last minute because they lost track of time and they forgot they invited everyone over for dinner and they literally have no decorations besides a crude sketch Ichigo made of Santa Claus, and – “That was a joke, Orihime, don’t put that up on the fridge, it looks stupid.”
  • Everyone knows they completely forgot about the Christmas dinner.
  • They both quietly wish that nothing will change on New Years’ Eve.

Bonus:

  • “No, we’re not getting a dog. It’s gonna make a mess in here.”
  • They get a dog.
A Fic a Day in the Month of May - Day Eighteen

Fiona walked up the stairs with a gentle smile on her face, finally there seemed to be a small victory. She pushed back the door to Lip’s old room to see Ian sitting up on the edge of the bed.

He hadn’t sat up like that in nearly two weeks.

They’d had to call out a doctor to come and see him, tell them what they already thought was true. Ian had protested against them moving him, it had made Fiona’s heart ache to watch him sob and cry as Lip and Mickey brought him back home.

Mickey had argued it too, said that he was fine to stay there with him, better even if he did, but Lip offered his bed and Fiona told him that he was welcome to stay for Ian, but that he needed to be with his family.

It had taken a long time to convince him, and it was only when Mandy talked him into it that he finally agreed to help them. That was when he moved in along with them, 

The doctor had prescribed a list of medication for Ian, it had taken a few days to gather enough money to get some of it, the rest Veronica had stashed at her place and she didn’t hesitate in handing it over to the Gallaghers.

So every day since they’ve had to find a way to get Ian to take the medicine. They could usually get him to do it, if there was one thing they could make him do, it was that, and today he was sitting up on the edge of the bed with a weak smile for Fiona as she walked in to see him.

“You’re up.” She said.

“Guess I am.” He croaked, his voice hoarse from barely using it the last week or so.

“Can I get you something, you hungry at all?” She asked, walking over to sit next to him on the bed.

“Yeah, a little,” he said. “Where’s…”

“Mickey’s at the Alibi, takes a lot of effort to convince that boy to go anywhere recently.” She smiled, putting her hand over his on his knee. “Couldn’t get him out for a week.”

Ian let himself smile a little.

“I’ll give Kev a call, get him to send him over.”

Ian nodded and leant into Fiona’s shoulder, to which she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him into her tightly. She planted a kiss on his forehead and let out a sigh.

“So I guess I’m the Monica, huh?” He said, chuckling a little and Fiona let out a short laugh.

“Looks like, but don’t worry, turns out I’m the Frank.”

He laughed, “You’re not the Frank. You care to much to be the Frank.”

She kissed him again. “Yeah well, same for you. I’ll go downstairs and call Kev then I’ll come up and help you to the living room for a sandwich?”

He nodded and let her go. “Sounds good.” He said quietly.

She stood up slowly, parting with a smile before heading downstairs. Debbie sat in the kitchen with Carl and she looked up to gauge Fiona’s reaction as she came in.

“He’s up.” She said, unable to hide her brimming smile.

“What?!” Debbie said.

“Can we go see him?”

“Don’t go up there, don’t rush him. I’m going to bring him down here and then it’s a hug each and just keep your distance okay? We gotta do this slowly, wait til he’s ready.” She said and they both nodded.

Fiona took out her phone and dialed the number for the Alibi. Kev picked up after a couple of rings. “Hey Kev, it’s Fi, can you send Mickey over here, it’s Ian.”

She waited a few minutes before going back upstairs for Ian. He had pulled on a T-shirt over his boxers and Fiona wrapped an arm around him to help him downstairs. After barely eating for so long he felt quite weak.

As she sat him down on the couch both Debbie and Carl stood in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with curious stares. Ian gave them a smile and Fiona nodded them in.

They each took a side and hugged their brother tighter than they ever had before and Debbie had to hide the fact that she was crying.

“Come on guys, you can help me make him a sandwich. What do you fee like?”

They pulled away reluctantly and Ian shrugged. “Anything’ll do right about now.”

The three of them left the room, Carl only going back to give Ian a blanket. They sat at the bench just looking in at him. It was like they didn’t want to take their eyes off him in case he went backwards, in case they were imagining this slight improvement.

So they made him a sandwich and took it in to him. He ate slowly but at least he was getting it down. Fiona took a seat next the the two of them as they watched him, he wasn’t doing much, but at least he had some sort of will today.

It wasn’t too long after that when the kitchen door behind them swung open to Mickey crashing through it.

“What happened? Is he okay?” He asked out of breath.

Fiona just smiled and turned back to the living room to see Ian looking back at the sound of Mickey’s voice.

Mickey swallowed hard. It was the first time he had seen Ian out of bed - at his own will - in two weeks. He shed his coat off and dumped it on the table, walking slowly towards him, his eyes scanning every inch of him as if he were a mirage that would disappear if he looked away.

“You’re up?” He said softly as he reached the living room.

“Seems like it.” Ian said.

“When… when uh…” He mumbled.

“Not for long…” He bit his lip before standing up to face him fully. “Mick I-”

He didn’t have time to say it because Mickey had closed the gap between them and was holding them together and crashing his lips into Ian’s.

His hands reached up to cup his face, kissing him again and again like he might lose him. Ian’s fingers locked around Mickey’s wrist, keeping him there and not letting him relinquish their embrace.

“You can’t… you can’t just-” Mickey whispered.

“I know… I’m sorry…” Ian breathed between the rare spaces in their lips.

“You gotta… stay on your… fucking meds… you hear me?” He begged frantically.

“I will… I’m sorry…” Ian tried to reply, still not wanting their kiss to ever stop.

“Don’t apologise… just… don’t…” Mickey said again, only pulling his lips away to bury them in the nook of Ian’s neck.

Ian’s arms were breaking circulation as they clamped tightly around his waist but Mickey’s grip was just as tight around his shoulders and they kept whispering short fragmented sentences to one another with any breath they could muster.

Fiona felt her eyes get glassy as she watched them and she sighed.

“Fiona?” Debbie said quietly.

“Yeah Debs?” She sniffed.

“You think someone will ever love me that much?” She asked, just as unable to take her eyes off them as Fiona.

She pulled her in under her arm. “I hope so Debs.” She nodded, kissing her head and smiling because that’s all anyone could ever hope for.

Take the Risk

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1000

Request: Something where Reid met the reader at home in Vegas and they’ve been dating for a while. She surprises him at work telling him she has moved to DC

A/N: Because I’ve been so busy,  youngbloodtegenchaney offered to write a fic for my blog. We decided to do a collab for this prompt. I wrote the first part where they meet, and youngbloodtegenchaney wrote the part where the Reader goes to surprise Reid at work, broken up by my usual asterisk line breaks. Thank you for your help! I hope you guys like it! :D

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[Fairy Heart]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: NaLu, Team Natsu.
Genre: Romance, Angst. 

A/N: A lot of you have asked me to write a little something in which Natsu visits Lucy after she takes Mavis’ place in crystal. I’m assuming this is based on a theory whereby Lucy becomes the next Fairy Heart?? I haven’t actually seen the theories myself so I just made this up as I went along. Haha. 

“Lucy, we’re here!” 

Natsu’s voice echoed back to him through the open space. Happy twirled along behind him, carrying a small basket of goodies they’d picked out that morning. It had taken some time but, after taking on numerous jobs, Natsu had gathered enough money to buy all of Lucy’s favourite treats. Hanging over his left arm was a second basket, much bigger than the one Happy carried. It was filled with all of Lucy’s favourite novels. He’d bettered his reading ability all for the sake of telling her favourite stories. Sometimes he’d sit there for days reading and reading, ignoring the growls of his stomach as the pages soaked up his tears. 

“We’re home,” Happy chirped. “Happy Birth–”

“Hey!” Natsu scolded. “I thought we were going to wait until she opened her gifts?”

Happy sagged when he touched the ground. “Aye.”

Spreading a blanket across the polished floor, Natsu sat cross-legged in front of the massive crystal structure. Lucy’s hair fell in waves over her shoulders, covering the assets she’d been so proud of in life. No, he couldn’t think like that. Lucy was still alive. The love she had for the guild still beat within her. Natsu missed gazing into her eyes the most. He missed the brilliance of her smile. She looked neither dead nor alive at this point. 

Flipping the baskets open, Natsu organised the books and treats alongside one and other. He touched neither. Over the span of three years, Natsu had taken on twice the responsibility. He kept Lucy’s apartment running and, every now and then, found himself stumbling into her room by accident. 

To say he missed her would be an understatement.

Rummaging through his back pocket, Natsu pulled out a small chain. At the end of it was Aquarius’ key, fully restored after three years of searching and begging and tinkering. Aesthetically, the key looked fine. Magically, it was anybody’s guess. He hadn’t tried to open Aquarius’ gate. He didn’t want to. She was Lucy’s friend. Lucy deserved to be the one to try it. He laid it down in front of Lucy’s crystal. Tears dripped onto the back of his hand, the hand on which he’d placed a second guild mark in honour of the woman he loved.

“Natsu?” Happy’s concern weighed heavily on his heart. 

“Yeah, Buddy?” 

“Can we say it now?”

Clearing his throat, Natsu shuffled back onto the blanket and gave Happy an affectionate pat on the head. And then, throwing his head back, Natsu gave Lucy his famous Dragneel smile. Tears spilled onto his cheeks as he stared up at the woman he loved, encased forever in a crystal prison. It was proof of the love she had for the guild.

For him.

“Happy Birthday Lucy,” he said in a whisper. “I love–”

A hand came to Natsu’s right shoulder. He felt the cold surface of Erza’s armour touch his cheek. A second hand came to his left. Gray looked down at him with a soft smile. Wendy slipped up behind him, snaking her arms around his waist. He could feel her sobbing against him. Natsu gave her hands a squeeze. Charle shuffled across the blanket, saying nothing as she comforted a tearful Happy.

“We miss you Lucy,” Erza said. “Happy Birthday.”

“Happy Birthday,” Gray repeated.

“H-Happy Birthday,” Wendy hiccuped. 

“I love you,” Natsu said into his fist. “I love you, Lucy.” 

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(Halloween Series) #17:  Luke takes part in the the Purge

The sound of the alarm going off reminded everyone that the the annual Purge would soon commence and everybody prepared for what was possibly the worst twenty four hours of the year. Luke was one of the many faces that would be participating in tonight’s activities. He’d made his decision and there was no changing it, this was his one shot. The crime he would commit was minor compared to others, but a crime nonetheless. In his haste to get the hell out of the building and hang onto the sac of crisp dollar bills, he found you being ambushed by his fellow purgers, Luke’s conscious got the better of him and before you knew it, you were in the passenger seat of Luke’s car, clutching onto to the seat until your knuckles turned white. Luke’s fingers grasped the steering wheel tightly as he drew in a breath. You two were flying down the street doing a hundred if not more. You did your best to avoid eye contact, trying to piece together what had just happened. Your heart thumping fast in your chest, feeling like it was about to burst from becoming so overwhelmed. You hadn’t even been outside for a minute and suddenly they were everywhere, slowly closing in in you. The masks disguising their faces would haunt you every time you’d close your eyes. The sound of their twisted laughter as they stared you dead in the eyes left you shaking in terror. Luke looked over at you every once in a while to see if you were still sane. The sound of both of you breathing heavily filled the silent car and made it harder to ignore the fact that he’d just saved your life. There was no point in trying to calm you down, he was on edge as well. There was no time to feel guilty of regret his actions as his foot slammed the gas pedal. “You got a name?” He asked, dying to break the silence. You looked at him though he kept his eyes on the road and flickering back to the rearview mirror every now and then. Luke had been trying to think of something, anything to say. But what do you say to someone you just met, and in that scenario of all things. You gave him a look although he couldn’t see you making it, “Really? That’s your first question?” You ask still a little frazzled, you knew it might’ve sounded a bit harsh but you had a right to be frustrated right now. He chuckled to himself, glancing over at you realizing how great you looked in his passenger seat, he pushed aside those thoughts for now, only focusing on where he would make his next turn and figure out what you two were going to do. Picking up some stranger was not part of his plan. While Luke remained calm, thinking to himself, you were having a breakdown. You feared that Luke was no different than the people he’d saved you from, that he saved you only so he could kill you himself. What exactly was he doing out tonight? He hardly seemed like the type to purge, but then again, no one did. You decide to take yet another risk and give the boy your name. “It’s Y/N.” You spoke softly, still cautious. You dared to loosen your grip on the seat and relax a little. You saw him smile slightly as the car slowed down back to a reasonable speed. You were far away enough from the city to let your guard down for a while. “Luke.” He said with a straight face, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You looked down at it before taking it with your own. The two of you drove for a little while longer, going nowhere in particular, there was only six more hours left to go. Luke’s voice was a distraction, which made the time go by a little faster. You talked to lighten the mood and it worked. The question ‘why did come out tonight?’ Slipped passed your lips, and you knew you might be overstepping your boundaries a little by asking but you thought you had nothing to loose. He made you feel comfortable, like you were safe with him so why not? Luke hesitated before spilling the truth, he needed money for medicine. He told you that his brother had been sick for some time now and their family just couldn’t gather up enough money to get him what he needed. Luke took matters into his own hands, which led him to you. His story was definitely less than you expected but in a good way, he had good intentions. You didn’t know what would’ve happened to you if he hadn’t shown up nor did you want to. The purge brought out the worst in people, no matter how much it was described as a symbol of peace, it would slowly tear the nation apart. You knew how dangerous it was and yet you were foolish enough to leave the security if your home, Luke hadn’t called you out on it and you were glad he didn’t. As the sun rose and the hour of freedom looked promising, the car came to a stop and you looked over at him, a look over worry washed over you. Luke looked back at you, sensing the worry in your innocent eyes, his warm smile was reassuring. “When this is all over,” he said in a low tone, “promise me that you’ll be more careful next year.”