well-it-is-suppose-to-be-offensive!

He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.

He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.

there’s so much to love about everybody’s other favourite heist movie on paper - talking about the Eternity Code here - but one of my favourite parts is definitely that Artemis’ brilliant plan divides the group in two

because on the one hand you have Holly and Artemis working together like a well-oiled machine and being generally badass and professional (….for once) and just forging their bond of friendship

on the other, there’s Juliet and Mulch basically going “RIDE OR DIE!!? WHAT EXACTLY ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO??” and only not failing spectacularly and with a bang because Foaly listens in and meticulously points out everything they’re doing wrong

My Impression Of You

A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write a Riverdale one-shot! I was inspired to write this after I listened to some music and I hope you’ll like it! Archie’s personality is something I wonder about a lot while watching Riverdale and I explore that here. Please let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to read more! xo

Plot: Your perfectly normal day gets disturbed by Archie Andrews, one of the popular kids you usually only observe from a distance. Suddenly, though, you have one of the deepest conversations of your life and maybe have to revise your opinion about him.

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It was a usual Friday afternoon when Archie Andrews decided to disturb your life. A wonderfully normal day in Riverdale like every other day, at least before Jason Blossom was murdered. You kept to yourself throughout the morning periods, as usually, ate your lunch in the sun under the big oak tree and pretty much spent the whole day thinking about how you could improve the stage design for the newest play the little drama group at your school was planning. That was your thing. Making props, painting them, working on them in peace and alone. That was what you loved most.

Only that Friday afternoon it didn’t go down like that. You sat down to continue painting the majestic tree that would be at the centre of the stage in act three, biting your lower lip, frowning and placing brush marks here and there in highest concentration. Forgetting pretty much everything around you or just blending it out because it didn’t matter in that moment. That’s why he caught you off guard when he cleared his throat to get your attention.

You twitched and turned around, staring at Archie Andrews standing there with a curious expression, grasping the strap of his backpack and wearing that blue and yellow football jacket that you never really liked. You just never got why they felt the need to wear them 24/7. Maybe to show their status, which didn’t make them appear any more sympathetic in your eyes.

“Ehm…did you lose your way?”, you asked him because nobody ever came into that room. Especially no popular kid. Never.

Archie raised his eyebrows in surprise and hurried to answer. “Oh, no, I was searching for the props department. That’s right here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…what do you need?” You were absolutely aware of the fact that you sounded a little hostile but you couldn’t help yourself. Archie had never talked to you before. You doubted that he had even noticed you before. You only knew his voice from scraps of conversation you took up when you passed him in the hallway or, more currently, from when he was singing. He was one of the people who never really hurt others, or at least don’t attempt to do so, but also rest themselves in their social status without looking at those who surround them. At least that’s what you thought.

“Well, I thought I could do this as an extracurricular activity”, he explained, still without moving an inch. It was obvious that your reaction scared him away a little.

“But you’re in the football team”, you stated irritated.

“Yeah. So?”

“So why would you want to join the prop department? Which, by the way, consists of only me.”

“I kinda need the extra credit”, he finally admitted and you sighed to yourself. Of course. That was so typical. They thought painting cardboards was an easy way to gain credits. You actually would’ve been surprised if he had had any passion for this. Well, you didn’t really want to get upset about it because they usually never came back for a second time, so why bother?

“Alright. You can paint this tree over there, I already draw the lines and we can put it somewhere in the background. Just don’t screw up too badly”, you advised him, pointing at a prop in the corner of the room and returning to your own work. He shot you another amazed look before he pulled a chair to the cardboard, placed his backpack next to the door and sat down to start painting.

For a while you worked in silence and you tried to ignore that Archie was there, which was nearly impossible because whatever you could say about him, he definitely had some emission. While you were a person that could easily disappear in a crowd, he wasn’t. Maybe because of the red hair.

“Why are you the only one working on this?”, he asked you at some point without looking at you. It didn’t seem like the mere attempt to do smalltalk but like he was honestly interested in the answer, so you gave it.

“Because nobody gives a damn about theatre in this school”, you said, unable to hide the bitter tone in your voice. “It’s all about music. All about the Pussycats. Or people like you. And no offense, music is a form of art too, it deserves attention! But it’s really annoying that it gets so much of it and drama absolutely none.”

“Well…I don’t think it gets none…”, he mumbled with a frown.

“Really? Have you seen one play since you go to this Highschool?”, you stopped him right there, watching closely while he thought about it. Him pressing his lips together and not giving an answer was answer enough.

“Thought so. Like I said. It’s all about football, the Vixens and music.”

“And you don’t like any of that”, he mused. By now he totally forgot about painting the tree and was simply watching you closely, maybe trying to figure out where all the weirdness and bitterness came from. You were not a victim of bullying or in any way ugly. You just didn’t like those Higschool power games.

You pushed out a little laugh at his statement and shot him an amused look, meeting his warm brown eyes for the first time. “No. That’s not the point. I do like watching football games like every other person. I do like listening to the Pussycats, although it’s not necessarily my type of music. I just…I just don’t like the whole thing surrounding it, you know? All these people enjoying their popularity and the attention others, and with that I mean normal students like me, give them and not even minding to get to know our names. Like we aren’t part of the same school.”

It was confusing that he made you open up like that but it also felt good to get it off your chest. Although it probably wasn’t fair that he was the one receiving all your anger because he really wasn’t the worst of the lot by far.

Archie now looked at you with raised eyebrows. For the first time since he entered the room, a little smile played around his lips. It changed his face very positively.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N”, he suddenly said triumphantly.

You blinked at him, honestly astounded. “What?”

“Y/N. That’s your name. We have been in the same school since first grade, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

His smile widened a bit at your expression and you quickly hid behind your tree, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Although you really were surprised. You hadn’t expected that. Your paths never crossed and you never had the feeling like Archie was particularly aware of your existence.

“Okay, I’ll grant you that. Doesn’t change the bigger picture, though”, you grumbled.

He was silent for another moment and you already thought that you won and finally hushed him when he suddenly asked: “You don’t like me much, do you?” Still the question didn’t sound like he was upset or mad about your behaviour but simply curious.

You sighed once again and rolled your chair aside so you fully faced him. He was returning your gaze attentively, as if you were a particularly interesting object in a museum. You almost blushed but you were able to keep your cool and stare at him as patronizing as possible.

“Look, Archie, it’s not like that. I don’t even really know you. I simply don’t like the fact that everybody thinks people like you are perfect.”

“I’m not perfect”, he shot back automatically.

“Oh, I know.”

You realized too late that that was really offensive. You felt the heat creeping into your cheeks as his mouth dropped open and Archie looked hurt for a moment. He squinted his eyes and ran his fingers through his red hair, probably contemplating how he was supposed to react.

“What do you mean with that?”, he asked you in the end, sounding more careful and restrained than before.

You gulped down your embarrassment and searched for words that could explain what you actually meant.

“Well…I can only tell you what I observed from a distance. But in my opinion you are always really trying to do the right thing and often screw up. There is that thing with Betty. I mean, everybody in this school knows what’s been going on there and she is an absolute sweetheart but you kinda let her down the worst way possible. I am not saying that you don’t like her or respect her but you could’ve done that way more sensible. Especially since you obviously returned from this summer less boyish, whatever the reason for that is.”

Archie listened to you patiently, not interrupting you or getting angry at you which might have been a reasonable reaction to the accusations of a person that he had nothing to do with. It seemed more like he wanted to hear it, like he wondered a lot about himself but needed someone else to deliver conclusions and solutions. You felt your respect for him growing a bit because not many people were able to accept criticism like him.

“I know that I hurt Betty and I really regret that, but I didn’t do it on purpose”, he defended himself in the end, his eyes mirroring the pain he obviously felt about it.

You gave him a little understanding smile. “Of course not. Honestly, Archie, I think your problem is your insecurity. Betty was in a bad place the last few weeks, probably because of her sister or something, I’m not sure, and I gotta say that I was surprised when you weren’t really there for her. I guess you were so indulged in your music and in your fears of not being good enough in what you do. You just don’t believe enough in yourself, which is absurd regarding that everyone around you supports you. You always need people helping you, telling you that you have talent and then you engage in those far too quickly. And with that I mean Victoria and Valerie. Instead of letting them build your confidence, maybe you should learn to build it up on your own.”

You were a little bit confused yourself why you knew so much about him, so you couldn’t judge him for being even more irritated. You both totally forgot why you were here and simply sat in that room and looked at each other while Archie was processing what you just said. If he decided to simply run away now you would’ve understood. But he didn’t.

“Fair enough. I guess I have to think about it. There is one thing I don’t get, though: you seem to be interested in what’s happening around you, in the people that surround you. You even said that Betty is an absolute sweetheart, but you never returned her attempts to make conversation. So why don’t you mingle more and at least try to share your passion with others?”, he investigated, now sitting on the edge of his chair, his body tensed as if he found this dialogue quite fascinating.

It was the first time that you were on the defensive side and you immediately felt uneasy when he spoke about your persona. You were a lot better at reflecting others than yourself. You bit your lower lip and instead of keeping to look at him, your gaze returned to your half-finished tree. That made answering a little bit easier.

“Well, I guess I have to think about it.”

You missed the smirk that appeared on Archie’s face as you repeated his retort. He watched you for some time while you started to paint again, caught up in his own thoughts that you produced with your words. He didn’t have such an intense conversation for a very long time.

As the bell rang, both of you almost jumped. Man, that hour passed quickly. You were almost sorry when Archie got up from his chair and threw his backpack over his shoulder. And you were annoyed at yourself for that. But this exchange of words was the most interesting and intimate thing that happened to you in quite some time.

“This definitely turned out different than I thought but it was entertaining. I’ll see you next week”, he told you, grinning at you before he left the room. Although he didn’t look mad you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t return for another session. Little did you know that you awoke Archie’s curiosity. And little did you realize how much he awoke yours.


Drove All Night

So I was inspired to write this after watching the Voice in which Celine Dion was coaching some singers to perform her version of Drove All Night that’s been redone like a thousand times.

Waverly and Nicole are in a long distance relationship, but Nicole feels like surprising Waverly. If the title didn’t tell you exactly what happened… the below gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think I’ll use it as often as possible

Originally posted by mzhyde48


“Wynonna….” Waverly whined in frustration. “I have to go.” Looking at her wristwatch, she could feel each second that bled away with her sister’s asinine…

“But… you’re the only one that pours my shots the way I like them.” Wynonna gave her a pleading look until she received the snap of a towel to the back of her head. “Hey!”

“Leave your sister alone, Wynonna.” Gus slipped behind the bar, grabbing a few empty pint glasses. “She’s got a date.”

“It’s not a date.” Waverly protested, unable to hide her smile as she untied her apron. “It’s just a call.”

“A pre-scheduled call that happens every Friday.” Gus pointed out as she filled a glass with beer.

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Always You- Kili (Part One)

Pairing: Kili/OC

Prompt: sango-hentaitenshi asked:
Can I request a Kili x Reader where Kili thinks she’s into Fili and it takes someone pointing it out to him that it’s KILI the reader is really crazy for? Bonus points if Fili knows this and uses it to wind Kili up and flirts hella hard with Reader. Thank you!

Warnings: None!

A/N: Okay, this turned into sort of a project lol meaning that it got really, really long. I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging, so I decided to break it into parts until I can finish it. Here’s Part One…Look for the next tomorrow!

Part Two


Nori was poking at the small campfire with a stick, trying to keep the flames alive, while Ori sloshed stew into another bowl. I felt some of my anxiety deflate, just a little. It was quiet nights, like this one, I looked forward to. Even though I knew they would be even fewer and farther between as we grew closer to the Lonely Mountain.

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Prompt: Naegi and Nanami swapping hoodies. That’s all I have to say. Go nuts. @rpbattleman

A/N Well they do have the same height and I do have an unhealthy obsession with hoodies so why not? In hindsight, I don’t know what happened. The characters wrote this themselves.

Hoodie Swap - Naegi and Nanami ft the rest of the cast

Wearing a hoodie was so much like second skin that they didn’t notice that they were wearing different hoodies.

Naegi wouldn’t even have noticed it and he probably would have gone home wearing it if his classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Halt! Naegi, how many times must we go over this? A hoodie is not welcome in a school environment. You are in clear violation of the school’s dress code.” Ishimaru was quick to reprimand him as soon as he entered the classroom.

“Huh? But isn’t it okay when it’s functional? It’s been getting colder lately so I thought the extra layer could help.” Naegi explained his reasons.

“I must admit that it is actually allowed to wear jackets provided that they aren’t needlessly distracting.” Ishimaru corrected himself and then pointed in accusation. “However! Yours is unconventionally designed! And quite honestly, I am distracted enough!”

“What do you mean? I thought it was plain enough.” Naegi replied with a lost expression.

“Can’t say I agree with your tastes for plain.” Mondo said from behind him as he reached out and pulled Naegi’s hood over him. “Cat ears eh? And here I figured you were more of a dog person.”

“What are you talking about?” Naegi asked, now more confused than before.

“I think it’s cute.” Maizono shared with a smile. “It’s unexpected but that’s what makes him look even cuter!”

“Master Naegi, if you would kindly listen to my request…” Yamada popped up beside him and positioned Naegi’s hand so that it was closed like a fist and raised beside his face. “Like nya.” He instructed as he demonstrated the action.

“Nya?” Naegi pawed uncertain as he tilted his head in confusion which only added to his catlike performance.

“Hold that pose!” Enoshima expertly slid in front of him and raised her phone to take pictures. “Okay now do that again with voice so I can get this on video.” She smiled widely behind her phone as she laughed. “Upupu… This is priceless! But I am willing to negotiate a price to any potential buyer.”

“Wait, is there something weird on my hoodie?” Naegi asked again as he slowly began to piece what was off with his garment.

“Well it’s not like there’s something wrong with the hoodie itself.” Fujisaki timidly answered. “It’s just that it’s… different from what you would usually wear.”

“Or is this something like your secret hobby?” Kuwata interjected with a smirk. “Because if it was, it’s cool, man. We won’t judge.”

Okay now that last remark convinced him that he was definitely wearing the wrong hoodie. He filtered his memories for any embarrassing hoodies he owned that he may have worn by accident. None seemed to strike him that would stand out. Last time he checked, he didn’t own any with cat ears unless… His eyes immediately went towards his sleeves and upon the familiar color, he confirmed just whose hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m wearing someone else’s hoodie…” He mumbled his revelation.

“Oh my, you’re quite the bold type to wear your girlfriend’s clothes.” Celes commented with a giggle. “Although it’s quite unconventional considering it’s usually the girl who wears the guy’s clothes afterwards.”

“W-What?!” Naegi could only spluter at her insinuation. “It’s n-not like that! In the first place, she isn’t even my girlfriend!”

“Back the fuck up. How did our resident herbivore land a girl before I could? I mean, I’m way cooler than him!” Kuwata took offense to the new information.

“With that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder.” Maizono commented offhandedly.

“So this is the source of today’s commotion? How absolutely trivial. I suppose this is the gossip that you commoner enjoy.” Togami scoffed from his seat. “Very well, consider this an honor. I shall allow you to indulge us in such to pass time.”

“Oh! Oh! I definitely want to hear this one!” Asahina all but squealed in excitement. “Yeah, tell us more about your girlfriend!”

Naegi blushed at that comment. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He denied.

“Hmm? Is that so?” Kirigiri intervened and although her face was the picture of calmness, there was a certain sharpness inflected in her tone, an underlying threat. “The evidence suggests others. Please, explain that by all means.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident, okay!” He blurted out words without much thought in his panic.

“Naegi, that’s not nice to say about your girlfriend.” Asahina frowned in disappointment.

“Whether intentional or not, one must be prepare to take full responsibility of one’s actions.” Sakura reprimanded him as well.

“No, that’s not it. You guys are misunderstanding.” Naegi raised his hands in an appeal. “I was hanging out with a friend who happens to be a girl but isn’t my girlfriend and then I may have accidentally picked up her hoodie instead of mine.”

“Then w-why are you so d-defensive about it, huh?” Fukawa accused with a disgusted expression. “Just because you have a g-girlfriend now you’re g-gloating her already.”

“So you have a girlfriend now…” Ikusaba quietly sulked at one corner.

“Did you not hear what I just said? This is all just a misunderstanding.” He insisted, practically pleaded at this point.

“Chill, Naegichi. I believe in you!” Hagakure gave him a thumbs up in support.

“Hagakure…” Naegi smiled gratefully towards his friend. “At least someone’s on my side.”

“There’s no way you could get a girlfriend so aliens must have abducted your hoodie and replaced it with theirs which is filled with all sorts of probing stuff.” Hagakure added from way at the back of the room.

Whatever hope he had been filled with was instantly shattered.

“Ah, I should’ve known. It’s Hagakure. Why did I even expect?” Naegi sighed as he sank his face into his hands, defeated.

And as they hounded him with questions and camera phones, he took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded him of its original owner.


Nanami wouldn’t even have noticed it and she probably would have gone home wearing it if her classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Hi, Nanami. Welcome back.” Koizumi greeted her as soon as she returned. “Hey, that’s a new color on you.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change?” Saionji asked offhandedly but quickly narrowed her eyes as she felt something unusual about Nanami’s choice in clothing. “Hey, is it just me or is that color disgustingly familiar?”

“Huh, what are the odds of that?” Komaeda said from behind as he just entered the classroom too. He smiled at her. “Now it looks like we’re matching.”

Nanami stare at Komaeda’s hoodie and then back to her own sleeves which she was slightly surprised to find them as dark green like his. She could already piece what had happened given the owner’s luck but it hardly fazed her. She could always ask for her hoodie after classes or tomorrow so she had nothing to worry about. Oddly enough, it fitted her quite well so she had no qualms wearing this in the meantime.

It was strange to wear green instead of her usual brown or blue one but it was just a bit funny since it complimented Komaeda’s own hoodie. “I guess we do match.” She smiled lightly.

There was a peaceful lull in the room… until all hell broke loose.

“Wait! Wait! Waaaaait!” Souda yelled and ran towards them with tears in his eyes. “You guys are wearing matching clothes like what couples do? Someone please tell me this is a joke before I faint.”

“What dark sorcery is this indeed? To have enraptured a divine being without alerting my zodiac generals, truly only a fiend could accomplish such a feat!” Tanaka bellowed with his usual dramatic flair. “Tell me, mortal of unfortunate chance, what are your nefarious intentions with the holy one?”

“In my country, couples wear matching crowns. I now see that this is Japan’s equivalent.” Sonia said with practically sparkling eyes. “I will take note of hoodies when I return to inform my people of such cultural highlights.”

“Let’s not jump into conclusions just yet. We haven’t even asked them if they’re actually an item now.” Koizumi did her best at crowd control and when she was closer to the two, she whispered lowly, “Please feel free to deny all accusations.”

“Yeah! As if Big sis Nanami would ever date trash like Komaeda!” Saionji vehemently shouted “I mean just look at him! She could definitely do better than this hope fanatic!”

“Well you’re not wrong. I am just lowly trash undeserving of love especially from someone with hope as bright as Nanami’s.” Komaeda agreed with a cheerful laugh.

Nanami huffed at his self-deprecating comments. “Komaeda, you should value yourself more. Whether or not I’d want to date you shouldn’t be a standard for your worth.” She then smiled softly at him. “Remember, you are always worth it.”

“What’s with that moment? Surely it was charged with love!” Hanamura jumped at them. “Now tell me, what sorts of love have you two already engaged in? The more physical, the more details I’ll be needing.”

“I suggest you refrain your tongue from spouting any more.” Pekoyama intervened with her bamboo sword right at his throat. “It would do you good to hold back a bit more and respect their privacy on the matter.”

“Oi! Don’t think you can get away with harrassing them. It’s their choice if they want to share anything. So don’t go doing anything that I would need to silence you for, got it?” Kuzuryuu threatened Hanamura but it was all in good will. He then turned to the two still in the hot seat. “You two better start confessing if anything’s going on or else the rest of these guys are going to go off with crazy ideas.”

“An unexpected ship has sailed! Ibuki calls dibs on being the captain! And as captain, I will see to it that this ship reaches the shores!” Ibuki hollered as she strummed on her guitar. “Alright! Let’s sail this ship away!”

“A rarepair, huh. Well it’s not unheard of.” Ryotwo thoughtfully commented. “It’s just a bit suspicious that there weren’t enough flags triggered and there’s suddenly a development.”

“Ack! A critical hit!” Ibuki dramatically clutched her hand over her chest as if she was shot right there. “Not even an hour in and someone’s already attacking my ship! The sea is merciless as ever!”

“Attack? So there’s a fight, yeah?” Owari’s ears perked at the mere mention of the word. “Let me at them! I’ll be sure to fight and win for ya.”

“If it’s a fight you want then I won’t hold back either.” Nidai crackled with energy. “Looks like I have no choice but to do damage control again.”

For the two people who were the center of attention, they took it more calmly than most would.

“Ahaha, everyone’s full of hope like always. Truly, what a wonderful class this is.” Komaeda’s grin reached his ears.

“I’m glad that everyone’s having fun over this.” Nanami seconded with a smile of her own.

And as they hounded her with questions and camera phones, she took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded her of its original owner.

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 


(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Teammate

Request:

Reggie x Reader where the reader joins the football team and they are pretty good and it rubs Reggie the wrong way and the end up getting into a fight and reader knocks Reggie out but then they become ~Good Friends~

 

A/N: I was feeling inspired and my Wi-Fi went out :/. I hope you guys like this request imagine. Also I hope I lived up to the requestor’s vision. Also I love Reggie and plenty of you can agree that we need some damn character development for him.

Words: 1156

Summary: Reader moves away from California to Riverdale. Betty shows her around and she wants to join the bulldog’s football team. She gets in a fight with Reggie during tryouts.

Spoilers: GIRLS ARE AWESOME AND CAN DO ANYTHING A GUY CAN DO, SOMETIMES EVEN BETTER.

Warnings: I like the ending, but I do understand the fact that a girl and a guy can JUST be friends and never lead to anything romantic. I just ended it that way because I don’t know what the “~” means so I took it as maybe something may happen. Also like one swear word.

You were new to Riverdale. Sadly your father passed away and your mom decided to move back to Riverdale. She grew up there, and she wanted to get a fresh start and so you were moving from the beautiful sunny California to the Twin-Peakesque that was Riverdale.

As much as you were upset for leaving all your former life behind you, you just needed to be there for your mom. You lost your father, but she lost her soulmate. You bid farewell to your old football teammates and your friends and packed away your life. Your mother decided her fresh start included getting rid of all your dad’s stuff and she donated all his stuff to the Salvation Army. Thankfully she let you keep his old football jersey, he would let you wear when he’d practice with you.

You bid goodbye to your mother as she left for her new job with the mayor and you left for school.

It was your first day at Riverdale High and you were a bit nervous about being the new girl. Adding the pressure that it was the start of football season and you were beyond nervous for try outs. This was your first time without your father. He always rooted for you and you knew he was rooting for you wherever he was, you just missed him.

A girl named Betty was your assigned show around person for your first day. She helped you find your classes and told you about the clubs and activities.

“Hey um do you know anything about the football team here?” you asked the blond.

“Um we don’t have a girl football team if that’s what you’re asking” she smiled.

“That’s fine, they didn’t have one back in California either. I was part of the guy’s team” you replied.

“Really, oh my god, props to you” she stated with a surprised look on her face and you couldn’t blame her she was practically the girl next door a cliché if you will, it was a small town after all.

“They are having tryouts today for the guy’s team though, are going to show up?” she asked.

“That was the idea” you sassed a bit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry” Betty replied “I’m being close minded” she continued.

“It’s fine, I totally understand. I mean my parents fought for me to get on my old football team too. Nobody gets at first, it doesn’t surprise me” you explained.

“Are you really good? I mean if you are they’re gonna have to let you in” Betty cheered.

“I’m good. Then again I can be biased” you chuckled “My mom works for the mayor though, so if they don’t let me join because I am a girl the woman will riot” you continued.

“Then you are lucky” Betty stated.

“Not for her job, I know she’ll do it as a mom because she knows it means a lot to me” you confessed “but her job title may help as well” you answered as you both laughed at your comment.

After your last class Betty and a raven haired girl named Veronica escorted you to the football field after their classes.

“We’ll cheer you on” they said in sync.

“It’s kind of our job” Veronica added and you chuckled as you put on your gear and walked up to the field with the rest of the guys who were trying out.

“And might you be?” the tall black haired boy stated with a devilish smirk.

“I might be one of the greatest teammates you will have” you sassed back.

“A girl?” a dirty blonde muscular guy added with a laugh that made your blood boil.

“All right” Coach Clayton shouted “Reggie is the quarterback, we need a few defense and offense spots to fill for the varsity team, are you up for the commitment you are about to make if you are added to this team” he continued as the black haired tall one stood next to him.

The coach had heard about your old team, so he decided to not be biased and see what you had.

Try outs went well, until a boy who you learned was named Chuck mixed up the play and Reggie got tackled before he made a touchdown.

“What the hell (Y/L/N) you were supposed to be my defense!” he yelled.

“I had it right! Chuck mixed up the play and that’s why you got tackled!” you yelled back and you got pushed against Reggie and he pushed you back and it turned into a fight.

The brawl got heavier and you punched too hard. You were so sick of all these guys thinking that because you were a girl you weren’t tough. You made your point, but now the quarterback was lying unconscious on the grass.

You asked one of the teammates to bring water and ice to throw on Reggie’s face. The coach came close and you couldn’t help but mutter “shit” under your breath. Soon the teammate brought the cup. You poured it on Reggie’s face as the coach finally made it to the field.

Reggie woke up and you wiped the water of his face with a small towel. As the coach was going to tell you something, Reggie stood up and spoke up.

“Well, you sure have proven yourself (Y/N)” as he gave you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Well welcome to the team (Y/N), you are officially a bulldog” Coach Clayton informed you.

After practice you changed in the girl’s locker room and Betty and Veronica congratulated you and left since they had stuff to attend to.

You saw Reggie leaving the boys the locker room as you rushed to him.

“Hey, um sorry about the whole thing” you implied as you caught up.

“Oh, that’s fine. We are gonna need that fire for the team” Reggie accepted your apology.

“So I made the team because I beat you up?” you questioned him as you both made your way out of the school.

“A little, I didn’t think you would knock me out, but you were great at practice, more than plenty of some other players. I just wanted to see what you could do” Reggie implied.

“Do you guys always need to fight to sort things out?” you threw another question at him.

“Everyone needs to fight sometimes” he chuckled “Plus, I doubt this was the first fight you have gotten into because of being the only girl on the team” he rose an eyebrow.

“You always have to be ready to protect yourself” you retorted with a smile on your face and he returned it.

Soon you and Reggie became good friends, you would always hang out. After practices you would take walks and talk about the plays. He confided in you and you confided in him. And maybe this new found friendship would turn into something else.


Tag: @sgarrett49

Raw Talent

Pairings: Jensen x wife!Reader, Jared x sister!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Swearing. it’s kind of a weird fic, but I had this cute idea and I wanted to make it happen.

A/N: This is really just a crack!fic. I’m not sorry. This one actually kind of sucks. This is also one of my four entries for SPN Family Love and Acceptance Day! I told you it would get better as the day wore on! Enjoy!

You looked off to the side of the stage, the lights blinding you slightly, making you put your arm up to shield your eyes.

The fan standing there holding a microphone seemed to be quaking in her shoes.

“Hi,” she breathed, making you chuckle slightly.

“Hey there, sweetie,” you tried to calm her nerves.

She took a deep breath before asking her question, “So I’m sure you get this question a lot, but what is it like working with your husband and brother?”

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got into a spiel about comics on twitter and i want to reemphasize something

Key to a quality comic are (IMHO): 

Readability - it could have the best story with the best art with the best character but none of it matters if I don’t know the order of the panels or dialogue. Readability in the overall story is just as important. Stories suffer when it’s so wildly complicated that you need to take notes to understand it. Plus it alienates audiences with reading/comprehension disabilities. 

Interesting Story: Everyone has a different standard to which a story is considered interesting. This can usually be judged on the premise alone. Many stories start off strong and then fall into cliche’d and predictable territory, or abuses its audience. Stories abuse their audience by, making fun of their target audience, turning an important/widely favorited character into a cliche or gravestone with no important relation to the story, discriminating against a people group, and baiting by making promises without delivering. 

Fleshed out Characters: flat one-dimensional characters can only make a story so compelling. If I can summarize a character with the “____ one” and have someone completely understand the character without any further explanation then that character really isnt up to snuff with carrying an entire story. (aka cliche’s and tolkenism)  Unrelatability is also a huge factor. Too many comics don’t know what their audiences want or relate to. If it wants to relate to young women, then another gritty emotionless muscle man will target men with power fantasies and much less likely be relatable to the target audience of young women. And if the whole cast doesn’t include a huge demographic then it is therefore alienating that entire group of people. Who a comic excludes is as important as who it is including.

Visual Appeal: This does NOT mean well-drawn. Which is also very subjective and personal. Art style and color must reflect the mood and style of the story it is trying to tell. If a comic is supposed to be funny, but the character’s facial expressions don’t transmit the joke properly then the writing loses punch. If all the colors hinder the readability then it weakens the whole. The visual appeal also falls into the important category of being relatable. If the characters are depicted in an offensive manor towards a people group, then that’s who its alienating and effectively made at the expense of. Visual Appeal is pretty much the blanket that holds everything together and denotes the flow of the entire story.

(feel free to add to the discussion or send me asks abt it, i’d love to continue the conversion)

My Brother Can Beat Up Yours!

(Wordcount: 1.6K; HS AU. On ao3)


“Punch him!”

“This is really stupid,” Dean muttered, staring dubiously at the guy standing opposite him. “Man, I gotta apologize. I have no idea what’s got into him. He’s normally a good kid.“

“Likewise,” the other guy grumbled. “Anna is usually a sweetheart. I’ve never seen her raise a hand in anger.”

“Kill him, Cas!”

“Well, technically, she’s not raising a hand now,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes. “She just wants you to raise yours.“

When he’d come to the playground to pick Sam up after school this afternoon, as he’d done since getting his driver’s license earlier that year, the last thing Dean had expected was to be stepping into the middle of a showdown between his brother, Sam, and a pint-sized girl with a face nearly as red as her ponytail. Whatever argument they’d been having had apparently escalated beyond the point of no return, and although Sam had definitely been raised well enough to know that you don’t throw punches at classmates - particularly not tiny, female classmates - he’d obviously not outgrown the "my brother can beat up your brother” stage of development.

Dean was now facing down his “enemy,” a fellow teenager he’d never seen before, to the screams of a small horde of bloodthirsty ten-year-olds. He shrugged in embarrassment.

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anonymous asked:

Sirius fluff for blurb night? Maybe involving the rest of the marauders as well?

Ahh can you do a fluffy Sirius blurb please 💕💕

I’m gonna combine these two since they’re basically asking for the same thing!

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You sighed happily as you rested for head on Sirius’ shoulder. The fire crackled in the background and soft music sounded from your old record player. 

“Alright?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you smiled, “just thinking.”

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” he joked. 

“Of course not, you dork!” you laughed. “I was just thinking about how tomorrow we’re going to be married. All of our friends are going to be there. And I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

He kissed your forehead, “Me neither, love. Me neither.” After a moment, he added, “You know, Moony still maintains that I must have slipped you some sort of love potion.”

“Does he?” your chuckle chimed through the house like bells. 

“Yeah, and James says it’s a miracle I haven’t fucked it up yet.”

“Well, you know, there’s still 24 hours.”

“Oi! You’re supposed to be my fiancée! Be nice to me!” he feigned offense. 

You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his jaw, “I love you, Mr. Black.”

He met your lips with his, murmuring, “I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Black.”

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Resistances and Dalliances

Chapter 11: Wind in the Heart

“Has the activity around Ja Niihk increased?” Evfra asked.

“Not even slightly,” Mashiar answered promptly.

“What is the condition of the supply lines running behind the kett base?”

“Strained.”

The journey to Voeld stretched, until Ryder was convinced that the pilot of their shuttle had badly miscalculated and aimed them at the black hole instead of Voeld; or maybe Mashiar had planned it that way, from the smug look on his face when he instantly took the seat next to her before Evfra had even boarded, sitting uncomfortably close to her. Mostly it was uncomfortable because his allure was not lost on her, despite her head and heart being so full of Evfra. She wasn’t blind, whatever her feelings were.

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Attack on Titan, Season 2, First episode review

(WARNING: I’m one week late and I’m aware of this fact. I just didn’t expect the analysis of the opening and the ending to be this long.)

It’s been four years…

And they’ve only announced 12 episodes. 

To be frank, considering the messed up agenda, it’s not that bad. It’s better than having a completely rushed second cour with reused scenes. Remember the mess episodes 22 to 25 were? Yeah I’d rather not have that again.

Considering the openings and the endings, I’ve written a word here. I was planning to do it in the same post but there was useful notes that could foreshadow what was going to happen in this season and later in the manga. I thought therefore it deserved a post of its own.

After a short recap, the episode starts with the capture of Annie.

Annie being taken into custody - Ep. 26

This scene makes me think of the forensics taking a dead body, which implies this might be indeed the last thing we see of her.

The episode then hooks the ending of S1 with the events from chapter 34, with Pastor Nick from last season telling Hange to cover the Wall Titan, before going on with the episode titled The Beast Titan. The opening has been very dynamic, as expected from Linked Horizon. We’re holding our next earworm here.

From what I’ve seen so far, this season does have improved graphics over the first one: character faces drawn correctly, Erwin’s nose being right, Reiner and Bertolt getting beefier, more CG animations added, with titans and horses, which is a nice touch since it doesn’t go into Berserk 2016′s levels of obnoxiousness, to the point of making the animation awkward. There’s still the gross lipstick effect on female characters…

They added an extra Erwin scene, where he indeed expressed his lack of surprise concerning titans inside the walls. Him thinking it might have been possible stays consistent with his character.

They also added a different Hitch and Marlowe scene where both express how all these people died without reason. Needless to say, it’s very different from what the manga had to offer and almost feels… a bit empty.

Hitch and Marlowe’s scene in the manga - Ch. 34

Empty because it seems to happen after Googles took control of the situation, yet it would’ve been nice to see the two of them worrying about Annie, to see at least they care and her being off is a tad suspicious.

The next scene is the famous scene were Hange makes Nick talk. Another segment from the manga was excluded because the civilians did witness the Wall Titan, both in this episode and in the opening. So there was no point in adding it. Kudos to Romi Park’s performance for breathing life into Hange’s character. That scene was tense… however.

I can accept tiny bits being scraped to condense the episode to fit half a volume in it but I’m less forgiving with scraping tiny bits of dialogue that makes even a secondary character relatable. In this scene. While the anime did a good job at making Nick’s faith invulnerable to threats it omitted one of my favourite passages:

Pastor Nick’s backstory - Ch. 34

It was what made Nick human: he had no family left and sunk into alcohol as a result, and faith is the only thing that saved him from his crisis. So instead of a fervent pastor who found a new lifestyle, the anime makes him sound like a crazy fanatic.

His hairstyle is a bit different, not that I mind.

It was also one of the rare, but not unique moment where Hange was downright serious and scary, to the point not even Moblit’s word manages to resonate with them.

Next scene is the garrison member (instead of Thomas, or it’s him but he changed branches or something) rushing to warn Erwin, followed by a neat rewind effect to where the next events are going to unfold.

Shot of Rico and the wonderful Rogue Titan smashing the Female Titan - Ep. 26

As you can see, one screencap that implies the involvement of the Garrison and the other that’s… placed to fit the timeline at which these events happened. Not a bad move. The animation quality however…

Nice to see the apparition of these titans within Wall Rose coincides with Annie and Eren’s fight. There must be something fishy underneath this…

In the past, we have the whole sequence with everybody on standby, till titans appear. We’ve got a nice pack of people isolated to find who has been the conspirator, starring Connie and Sasha slacking, Reiner and Bertolt playing chess with a nice animation, Ymir and Krista discussing next to a table. As Sasha and Mike detect incoming titans with their sixth sense, the episode closes chapter in 10 minutes, opening included, leaving 13 minutes for chapter 35, the ending and the preview.


We’re seeing Nanaba hoping next to the window, looking as beautiful as ever, telling everybody to prepare themselves to rush within Wall Rose’s interior. Some parts have been deliberately scraped as to why members of the 104th have been isolated.

The CG animation - Ep. 1

That’s a pretty one I admit, with the previous preparations from each SL cadet. Too bad they scraped parts as to why these people were retained, which fleshed a sympathetic side to Nanaba’s character.

Nanaba feeling bad for the 104th - Ch. 35

This is the same case as Nick. Even if the reason had to be hidden, that passage could’ve been at least included for further implications.

I loved the break between the moment the titan appeared and the one where it suddenly started running towards the formation. The forte of this episode was without doubt a good action combined to excellent music. Good thing to kick off a 4-year long waiting.

I’m curious about who dubs Gelgar, as well. This part of the chapter ends on Mike in action before going on something completely different… A scene that wasn’t supposed to appear now. Aside from the Eren and Mikasa moment that was mostly added as an extra scene it doesn’t really serve a purpose now. I’ll take it as a foreshadowing for later.

No offense but Eren’s kind of a dick in this scene though. Telling Mikasa to buy another scarf when it was her only memento. Not cool.

Next is an eruri scene kinda similar to the one added much later that lasted a couple of seconds and it was mostly talking about Mike’s situation and that small hope he’ll make it out alive.

But since we’re following the manga and the episode has to end on chapter 35…

We’re introduced to that weird titan that enjoys taking a walk.

First shot of the Beast Titan - Ep. 1

Who also grabs Mike’s horse, abuses it while strangling him and aims for its owner a couple of seconds later.

And who can also talk.

Note: in the manga it looked like he wiped his hand from the midget titan’s blood, but in this episode he waits for it to evaporate, completely unfazed.

That scene is absolutely terrifying. I’ll remind everybody that Mike was supposed to be second compared to Levi as a SL member and he was completely terrified as that titan was stealing his 3DMG, with no horse, his legs broken and four titans surrounding him.

But Mike was someone filled with hope.

Mike screaming - Ep. 1

As long as the fight was going on, nothing was lost. But the Beast Titan, being a troll but not on purpose, sends the surrounding titans to devour Mike. 

And this roar of fight became a cry of despair as Mike’s life ended with titans tearing him apart. Thanks a lot Kenta Miyake for the power put in Mike’s voice. Congratulations, seriously. The visuals made it worse.

And this first episode ends on an ominous ending. That was a nice kick to every SnK watcher to put us in the mood again. I forgot how much I liked this arc and waited so long for it to be animated.

Long Live the Queen (M) Pt. 3

Pt 1  Pt 2  Pt 4

Trailer

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Rated M for possibly mature themes in future updates, probably smut, swearing, murder, violence. I might get a little crazy with this

Summary: Jungkook’s name on the streets is the ‘Golden Prince’ for all the fanciful things he’s taken as his own. As a thief he can steal anything, even when he’s propositioned to steal the Queen herself. Stealing her heart however, will prove to be another matter completely.

A/N: here it is guys! Part three!! I hope you guys enjoy ^~^ Also @bangtanclouds made another amazing moodboard so please go check it out because it just is giving me so much inspiration for this and I love it. Credit for this idea also completely goes to Skies, I’m just simply elaborating and telling the story :)

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A Thief in the Night [1]

Featuring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

masterthief!Taehyung // aristocracy!au // pg-13 // no warnings // wc:2331

You wake up in a cold sweat, eyes darting rapidly around the dark room. It’s quiet, not a single sound to be heard around the entire building, save for the steadfast tick-tock of the grandfather clock down the hall. Not a single thing out of place, the room is still.

Yet you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are not alone.

There is only one way to wake you so violently, and it is through fear. Since you were young, the sudden presence of another human has always jolted you out of slumber - no matter how deep. It had been a curse upon your caretakers, but had proved to be a blessing later down the road.

Slowly, you prop yourself up on the pillows behind you, and pull your knees up close. Fighting the urge to hyperventilate, you blink rapidly to adjust your eyes to the blindness of night.

That’s when you see him, crouched by the bottom of your balcony window, half covered by the curtains. Dressed in all black, the intruder was one with the darkness, only his eyes uncovered, fringed by a hint of dark hair.

When your eyes meet, you expect him to either bolt out the way he had entered, or to rush at you in yet another attempt on your life.

He does neither.

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i was just thinking about why sana hang out with the girls squad at all if she always feels kinda unwanted with them? when we saw her through eva’s and noora’s eyes she seemed cool and strong and it felt like they all such a good friends but now we see that’s not like that at all. so it feels like she joined this squad because girls accepted her and she appreciated it so she loves them all with all her heart. and you can understand it because acceptance such a valuable thing especially for her. and i guess this is a rare thing in her life. sadly. and i’m not telling girls don’t care about her. well they think they care but in fact they care more about themselves. and i’m not talking about noora /remember exactly because of her sana became a part of this squad/ but about other girls for sure especially vilde.
and let’s just remeber her friendship with isak. they both didn’t even expect that they will find a friend in each other. we saw sana through isak’s eyes and we know he respects her and treats her right although he might said some offensive things to her but he understood that eventually. and we already saw isak through sana’s eyes and we see that she really likes him and happy for him and happy be around him.
so yes please i’m like other people here just asking. plese let sana to hang out with boys so she could feel better.

One Hundred Points to Slytherin (Cora & Stiles)

eternalsterek-broughttolife Cora / Stiles brotp for “If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” 

I had so much fun writing this! I really hope you enjoy it, bb! There is pre-Derek/Stiles of the pining variety as well as pre-Cora/Allison in the same pining way. Oh, also, this is not a Harry Potter AU or anything. They’re just Potter geeks. LOL This is Fic #48 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

One Hundred Points to Slytherin. Cora & Stiles BrOTP. Teen. Also on AO3.

Cora and Stiles are a great team whose latest assignment is recovering a magical vase from the guy who stole it.

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.” Cora loops the bungee cord around her hand and tugs, testing the strength.

“How exactly did you come to that conclusion again?” Stiles asks curiously, typing the codes needed to hack into the security system. “I’m getting us video access so we avoid running into any of Callahan’s goons. That means I’m doing my best to prevent us from getting arrested.”

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anonymous asked:

can you do some cho chang hcs?

Cho Chang was never particularly emotional until her fifth year. There had never been much to be emotional about. She’d had a happy childhood in the Wizarding suburbs of Hogsmeade, living near Hogwarts all her life. All the shop owners and most of the regular patrons around town know her name. They ask after her parents when she comes for visits. She enjoys the community of it, the cheer of the largest all-Wizarding village in Britain. The kitchy main street that students visit is far from the best part, in her opinion, but she loves the whole town. 

She has two sisters, one older, one younger, both in Ravenclaw. 

Flitwick chose her as a Prefect her fifth year, and she excelled in a position of leadership, although he did offer to let her step down after Cedric’s death. He knew that she had some things to work out, and it helped her not to be in the public eye while she grieved. Marietta took her place, but never did it quite as well. 

She didn’t join the DA to be near Harry, honest, it really was because the spirit of what Umbridge was doing was offensive to her very Ravenclaw core - teachers were supposed to help students learn. Whatever Umbridge was doing, it wasn’t that. Harry, though….he did help them learn. 

She never got to know Harry as much as she would have liked, but it was nice to have someone with the same double-consciousness of grief. 

She loves Valentine’s day, even if she doesn’t have anyone to share it with. It’s just a nice time of the year. 

She stayed on as part of the DA even after she graduated Hogwarts. She sheltered Muggleborns in her parents’ home and passed information between worlds when she could. It’s what Cedric would have done, would have wanted. 

After the war, she worked through her trauma in Muggle therapy, and fell in love with the effectiveness of it, with acknowledging and dealing with emotionalize in a healthy way. After a couple years working various jobs near her Hogsmeade home, she bites the bullet and enrolls in Muggle university to learn how to help people the way her therapist helped her. St. Mungo’s hires her as an experiment. It’s a successful one, though, and by the age of thirty-five, she’s running the department. 

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Modern AU

Request: “Thomas Jefferson x Reader smut?”

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Crappy Writing, Smut, some swearing

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“Okay, be cool.” Angelica said and you shrugged.

“I’m always cool.” You rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), I’m serious, I know you love parties but this one isn’t like the raves you go to, it’s fancier.” She finished fixing your hair as you both smiled in your evening gowns.

“I’m fine, truly.” You gave her a hug and both made your way to the front door.

“Alright lets go in.” She opened the door and you were greeted with what looked like a gala of some sort. You stepped in with Angelica and she closed the door.

“First person we’re meeting is the host, his name is-”

“George Washington, I got it.” You kissed her cheek and she nodded. You both went to Mr. Washington and shook his hand.

“Ladies, it lovely to see you.” He smiled warmly.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You responded.

“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Washington.” Angelica smiled and shook his hand. After a bit of conversation, the two of you moved on to different people.

You had a conversation with Alexander Hamilton, which was really nice you really liked it. He was a good listener, and then Angelica took you to get refreshments.

“Oh, we have one more person to meet and then we can go.” Angie said and you nodded.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You turned around and walked away. You entered the bathroom and fixed your makeup a bit, you smiled and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Well, hello, why haven’t we been introduced?” You heard a southern drawl call out from behind you. You turned around slowly, a man in a magenta suit was leaning against the wall.

“Well, I’ve no idea, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You outstretched your hand, and he shook it gracefully.

“Thomas Jefferson, but you can call me daddy.” He winked. Oh, that’s how he wants to play? You smiled, and he looked astonished as you weren’t flustered at all.

“Maybe Later, sweetheart.” You smirked and he recomposed himself.

“Why not now? There’s a very nice closet, right over there.” He pointed.

“Why, I’ve just met you.” You feigned offense.

“But I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand years.”

“I suppose.” You shrugged and turned around.

“-And where might you be goin’ darlin’?” He followed swiftly behind.

“I’d like to see just how nice that closet is, would you like to join me?” You raised a brow.

“Actually, yes.” He opened the closet door for you, looked around and closed it behind him.

Once closed, you locked it and his lips launched on yours, he started sucking and biting your lip. You opened your mouth and his tongue slipped in. You moaned a bit and he pulled away.

“We don’t want people hearin’ us now, do we?” He took off his suit coat and undoing his pants and belt. You nodded and he went back to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged on his hair as he moaned a bit, you pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

He started biting your neck as you felt something hard pressing to your side. You removed your hand from his neck and let your hand slip down to his dick.

You removed the briefs over it and grasped it, slowly moving up and down. He bit his lip and watched you with a bit of craving. He gripped your ass under the dress and pulled down your underwear. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He looked up to you for confirmation and you nodded. He pressed into you, and you bit his neck to conceal a moan. He started in a slow pace thrusting in and out.

You threw your head against the door and he kept going sucking on your neck. He pulled all the way out and slammed into you, hitting your g-spot you moaned and he looked at you.

You bit your lip and he started moving faster. His thrusts moving at a relentless pace you struggled holding back moans as he watched you.

“You look so hot like this, Jesus.” He whispered as you felt yourself close to orgasm.

“Faster.” You uttered out and he went faster. You sealed your lips shut, and closed your eyes as you clenched around him and came.

He gasped and came right after you. He rode you through orgasm and finally pulled out letting you down. You smiled and leaned against the door, “my legs feel like jelly.” You whispered.

He smiled and cleaned up fixing himself. You looked around and realized this is where they put the coats. You grabbed yours and put it on.

“I’ll go first, and then you.” You smiled and walked out. You crossed to the bathroom and fixed your flushed appearance.

You stepped out and saw Angelica looking around.

“Angie!” You walked over to her.

“Oh thank god, I thought you left. She sighed.

"No.” You shook your head.

“Were you wearing that jacket the whole time?” She asked eyeing you.

“No, I got cold and went to the coat closet to look for it.” You smiled and she nodded.

“Well, we should go.” She smiled.

“What about the other person you wanted me to meet?” You asked.

“Oh I can’t find him, it doesn’t matter.” She waved you off and you nodded.

“Lets g-” you got cut off.

“Angelica! Is that you?” You heard the familiar southern accent behind you.

“Thomas! Oh my god, we were just about to head back to the car, how are you? (Y/N) this is-” Angie smiled.

“We’ve met.” Thomas smirked.

“Oh?” She looked between you, “oh, oh,oh.” She winked, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“I lost my number, can I have yours?” He asked.

“How about you go look for it?” You smirked.

“I can’t, I’m a bit distracted.”

“I guess I’ll have to give you mine then.”

“That would be nice.” He winked.

You nodded and took his phone, putting your number in.

“I’ll be seeing you?” You asked walking away toward Angelica, by the front door.

“Of course.” He smiled.