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The whole atmosphere in the town was melancholy. It was a gloomy day for a gloomy cause. The memorial of Jason Blossom. Almost all of Riverdale had been invited, the reason being the Blossom’s were trying to single out who had killed their son. The memorial an excuse to do so. It was something no one really wanted to go to, but yet, everyone felt obliged.
Jughead paced around (Y/N)’s room, hands in his pockets as the lack of comfort of the suit urged forwards. He sighed, staring at his shoes as he waited for (Y/N) to come out the bathroom. A small ‘click’ of the lock caused Jughead to quickly glance up, and though the matter was depressing and sad, Jughead was taken aback by the beauty radiating from (Y/N). Jughead cleared his throat, looking back down at his shoes.
“You uhh… You look beautiful.” He mumbled, a light pink dusting his cheeks. (Y/N) smiled brightly, looking down at what they were wearing.
“Thanks, considering we are going to a memorial, however, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” They joked, trying to lighten the dull mood. Jughead smirked slightly, looking up to meet their (E/C) eyes.
“True, but I’d just take it as a compliment.” He backfired, making (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N) eyed Jughead up, looking at him in a suit, something they had never seen in their life.
“You brush up quite nicely yourself, Jughead. I don’t think I’ve ever had the honour of witnessing you in a suit.” They grinned, walking up to him, and toying with his undone tie. “You still don’t know how to tie a tie?” They teased, causing Jughead to smile lightly. Whilst they began to tie up Jughead’s tie, he took the time to analyse their face. Noticing small details he hadn’t noticed before.
“If I had, I wouldn’t get to have you do it for me.” Jughead murmured quietly, grabbing their hand once they were done. Smiling up at him, (Y/N) reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Well you’re lucky I do it willingly.” They smirked once more, going to pull away, however, Jughead swiftly pulled them back, wrapping his arms around their waist.
“Do we have to go? We could always just, stay here?” Jughead suggested, leaning into (Y/N)’s touch as they caressed his cheek. Though (Y/N) smiled lightly, they frowned too.
“As appealing as that sounds, babe, not going, would weigh us both down with guilt. I mean, Cheryl, as much of a bitch she is, needs support. Because she sure as heck isn’t getting any from her parents.” (Y/N) grumbled, looking down. Jughead noticed their turmoil, and gently cupped their chin, (Y/N) closed their eyes at the contact.
Jughead leant forward, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s, and kissed the tip of their nose lightly. “Okay, fair point.” He whispered. “But I need you to help me out with something.” This caused (Y/N) to open their eyes, looking up into his gorgeous grey.
“Am I going to like this?” They questioned, pulling back slightly. Jughead sighed, looking around the room.
“No, but this is really important, you always help with the murder board, and this is something that’s going to benefit that.” (Y/N) thought for a moment, before deciding, whatever it is, may as well be worth a try.
“Okay, but nothing illegal.” They jokingly warned, but Jughead knew there was some seriousness behind their tone. Jughead embraced (Y/N) tightly, their head resting in the crook of his neck.
“No promises.” He whispered, causing a chuckle to escape (Y/N)’s throat.
“Come on, we have a memorial to go to.” They smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door.
Emma flipped the (slightly overdone) pancakes onto a plate, hoping to surprise Killian with breakfast in bed after a long night of celebratory engagement sex. Her surprise was ruined when she felt him press himself against her back, his breath hot on her neck and sending shivers down her spine.
“Something smells delicious,” he whispered, his lips gently brushing against the shell of her ear.
“It’s just from a box,” she smiled and bit her lip, she could feel his erection pressing up against her backside. She would have been surprised at his stamina had she not already experienced a long night of near marathon love making and fucking the night before.
“I’m not talking about the pancakes,” he growled before she turned and properly kissed him. Her hand rested itself on his cheek and the other pulled him even closer. Hungry moans escaped her lips as she came up for air before being swallowed again by Killian’s lips. And it struck her just then how domestic the whole scene was and just how happy it made her.
She pulled back and looked up at him, her fiance who had crossed realms to find her just as she did for him, who loved her with every inch of his soul, body, and mind, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands up his chest. It was real, he was real and they were getting married, something she had never thought she would do.
“What?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
“I’m just… happy,” she shrugged. “Sometimes it still surprises me.”
“Aye love. Me too,” he said before leaning down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers threading themselves through the hair at the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close so Emma could feel every inch of his body through her thick robe.
“To hell with pancakes,” she moaned against his lips, walking them back until Killian hit the kitchen table. Emma wasn’t concerned about making it to the bedroom and it didn’t seem like he was either as he palmed at her ass and ground against her.
“Swan is this my robe you’re wearing?” he asked, his hand now toying with the tie at her waist.
Over here in North America, there have been several controversies surrounding Sesame Street trying to make episodes about kids with divorced parents. Several attempts were made, but none of them were deemed fit to air on broadcast television.
And Digimon has Yamato and Takeru’s split family here like it ain’t no thing.
Also in the future we will learn that Kourshiro is adopted, Iori’s father has passed away, and Ruki has abandonment issues stemming from her father.
This children’s toy tie-in show gets pretty fuckin’ real at times.
I always hate to ask others for money, but at least this time I can give back in return by making adorable plushies. My husband and I are getting behind on our bills and also are not able to really afford food, due to him being in a car accident back in August and other issues that keep piling up. To get back on track we need to get $500 or more to help pay our current bills.
So I am having a 20% off sale in my shop until December 10th. If you spend $30 or more you can get 20% off. Also if you spend $45 or more you will get a free Moosh Shape fidget in colors of your choosing.
Use the code “THANKYOU2016” to get 20% of of purchases $30 or more until December 10th.
Anything will help us and I will be very grateful. We have in stock items ranging in price from $2 to $45. We also have a wide range of custom made plush as well to choose from.
Again thank you to any of you that are able to help us out!
Hello my dear mischievous friend! can i ask you to write a little something for me, when you have time? Ron is the one thing Harry would miss most in GOF, i was wondering can you write about him talking to Harry about "leaving" this role to Ginny? thank you :)
A/N: I kinda played around with this prompt but it’s got some quality brotp time where they definitely discuss Ron being the thing Harry would miss most. Hope you like it :) Also, does it count as posting it the day I said I would if its technically the next day but I haven’t gone to sleep?
Harry nodded his thanks to the departing healer before
turning his attention back to his battered and bruised partner whose eyelids
were beginning to droop. “Alright Ron?”
Ron smiled goofily, attempting to deliver a cheeky salute
and nearly putting his own eye out in the process.
Biting back a snicker at Ron’s indignant expression, Harry
shuffled around the bed, slipping his dusty over-robes from his shoulders, draped
them over the stiff plastic chair, and dropped into the torturous seat.
As soon as they’d arrived at St Mungo’s – after checking Ron
in with a Healer – Harry’d flooed Hermione at her hotel in Switzerland. She’d gone to consult on some new piece of
legislation the Swiss ministry was promoting, partially inspired by some of
Hermione’s more recent work with the Department for the Regulation and Control
of Magical Creatures.
Follwing his brief explanation, she’d disappeared from the
green flames in a flurry of bushy hair, barely pausing to disconnect. While she worked on getting fast track approvals
to get back to the British Ministry, Harry dutifully stayed with a less than
The aforementioned best mate was currently studying his
hands, apparently aghast at the concept of fingers
if his entranced expression and low exclamations were any clue.
Grinning to himself, Harry stood at the foot of the
nondescript bed, toying with the chart that listed Ron’s injuries and medical
history. “So, Hermione is trying to get
Ron’s brow furrowed for a moment, eyes glazed before he
nodded jerkily, “That’s good mate.”
“Should I contact the family?”
“Sure,” Ron said with a shrug, eyelids drooping again.
Delivering a comforting pat to Ron’s blanket covered foot –
or possibly ankle – Harry made to leave, “I’ll floo Ginny and ask her to pass
things along, maybe you’ll be asleep by the time the circus arrives.“
Ron laughed, fiddling with the scratchy white sheet. “Harry?”
Pausing with his hand on the door, Harry invites him to
continue with a curious arched brow.