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( people responsible for this: lingeringfears, hoechlinteeth & sinyhale )

Derek has had the sun in his eyes for hours, lying sprawled out on his stomach in the center of the big bed, swaying right on the edge of awake and asleep. It’s the sound of light feet padding across the floor that finally drifts him back to the surface of consciousness, giving him a few seconds to remember what year it is before the mattress dips down by his ankles.

“Daddy,” comes a smooth voice, which manages to reach him despite the barrier of sleep. Derek likes to think it’d reach him through anything.

“Mmh,” is his response, forcing half an eye open.

He shifts with a heavy sigh, watching his son crawl up the bed towards him. Once he’s at eye-level with Derek, he simply flops down on his side, resting his little head on the big pillow. What little hair he’s got is in total disarray, standing out in all directions, and Derek lazily reaches out to smooth it out the best he can.

“Are you awake?”

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Jason Todd: Only One

AN: There’s not really a plot, just some cute times ahead - oh and injury but aside from that, it’s cute. I swear.

Imagine being the only person Jason values enough to go to Bruce for help when you truly need it.

Warnings: Swearing, Injury

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It would have been and understatement to say everyone in the Manor was shocked when Jason called Bruce asking for his help. This is Red Hood, he doesn’t ask Batman for help - ever - so what made this so important?
Apparently Alfred and Bruce figured it out rather quickly but Tim and Damian were left dumbfounded and decided to pursue the butler for answers.

“What does Jason want Pennyworth?” Damian began, Tim standing beside him once they’d cornered Alfred - who didn’t seem at all surprised by their behaviour.
“Master Jason requires Bruce’s assistance in the Batcave.” Alfred calmly responded, continuing to dust the furniture.
“Why now? Is there something we should know about? Is Jason in trouble? Does he want to -” Tim began his full on interrogation much to Damian’s disapproval.
“Drake! Would you control your need to be the worlds greatest detective just this once?!” Damian reminded Tim in his harsh tone, along with a glare.
“I do not know the exact reason for Master Jason’s call, however I suspect it must be serious. There is only one person he would be willing to request assistance from Bruce for.” Alfred kindly elaborated, though the boys had no idea who he was talking about based on the confused expressions they gave each other.

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Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

He hasn’t celebrated it in years. At a few of his foster homes he tolerated the trees shedding leaves and glitter and the lights that threatened to give him a headache if he looked too long, at Cass’ he’d even help put them up if she needled him long enough (he wasn’t much help, given she was taller than him, but he was an extra, almost willing pair of hands). The cleaners at Fox Tower wrapped tinsel around the bannisters but his room remained untouched, despite Nicky’s best attempts at coercion. (“Andrew, the tinsel only cost a dollar!” “These lights change colour!” “It’s only a small tree!”) (Andrew had never been impressed by Nicky’s persistent energy, optimism, or continued faith.)

Songs professing what a magical time it was or movies reminding you how wonderful family is are ignored and turned over. Andrew wouldn’t even admit to appreciating a break in the monotony of class and practice.

But maybe there’s something to it.

Maybe.

The cats fighting baubles on a small plastic tree was at least mildly entertaining until the noise threatened to keep Andrew awake. Neil plying Andrew to let him put the small tree up with reindeer-shaped chocolates and an assortment of ridiculously-flavoured candy canes was annoying, but a better bribe than Neil’s usual fare, and held a faint sense of humour. Wrapped presents coming in the mail was definitely infuriating, as were the colourful jumpers they contained, but with some catnip the cats were persuaded to open the presents for him, and they certainly enjoy the jumpers as blankets.

The cold is unforgivable, but at least it’s to the point that even Neil admits it’s cold and turns the heating up. He goes so far as to come back from practice one night with a large, fluffy blanket with a repeating pattern of candy canes, gingerbread houses, and stockings.

He looks at it, as though for the first time, as he wraps Andrew in it like a burrito. “Oh, hey, do you like gingerbread?”

Andrew doesn’t interrupt the glare to say, “Yes.”

The next day Neil comes back with premade kits and suggests they decorate gingerbread houses together.
“This isn’t becoming a twelve days of Christmas thing,” Andrew says, and eats a corner of a gingerbread wall.

“Huh? Is that about buying gifts or something?” Neil asks, ignoring Andrew’s blatant attempt at annoying him.

“And human trafficking,” Andrew says, squeezing some icing directly into his mouth.

“Then no. I just saw them,” Neil shrugs. He’s becoming used to having money that can be spent without worry.

“You planned this,” Andrew accuses without any real heat. Neil’s poking his tongue out slightly to focus on icing a window.

He should have known Neil would take that as a challenge.

The next day’s pretty innocuous, he goes out and comes back half an hour later with dinner. Andrew doesn’t comment, but levels Neil an accusatory look.

“Hey, I brought dessert too,” Neil says, as though dessert forgives all sins. And maybe it does.

On the fourth day, Neil digs out some Santa hats they’d been given when they’d been to Matt and Dan’s for Christmas the previous year. (Now the older Foxes are starting to have children, and Christmas is less for their so-called found family and more for their offspring, no matter how young and unappreciative.) Neil tugs one down over Andrew’s eyes, then pulls it up to right it. The fluffy white ball dangles enticingly, and Sir jumps up to bat at it.

“If I get scratched, you’re paying the hospital fees,” Andrew warns Neil, who’s still definitely in his personal space.

“It’s your money,” Neil replies, which isn’t strictly true. He retrieves Sir though.

The fifth day is the 23rd, and even Neil is aware that’s the last day shops will be open. He returns with a bag that he makes a big deal of not showing Andrew and then puts on a Christmas movie from a DVD. “You’re gonna like this one,” he says. “It reminded me of you.”

It’s Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

“Did Nicky make the joke?” Andrew asks, as soon as he sees the title card.

“Yup,” Neil replies, and takes a small mint candy cane from Andrew’s stash. Insult to injury. “We’re still watching it though.”

It’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen.

On Christmas Eve, they’re doing some kind of promotional thing with the members of their team that don’t have prior obligations. Neil has some garishly bright hat with a bobble on top, and he wraps a matching scarf around Andrew’s neck before they leave. “Don’t pretend you’re not cold. I can see your hands turning blue from across the room.”

Andrew glowers as he puts gloves on.

The kids at the event love Neil’s hat. It’s almost endearing, but they’re too loud.

The seventh day of Neil’s makeshift Christmas is Christmas Day. “You know you’ve got your twelve days wrong,” Andrew says. “Aren’t you the one with the Math degree?”

“I’m sure you care so much about the traditions of Christmas,” Neil says.

“Yes,” Andrew replies. “And if we have turkey, I’ll gut you and that will be my meal for tonight.”

Neil smiles, “Funny you should mention dinner.”

It’s not.

“I found Christmas ice cream. I figured that would do for dinner.”

Sometimes Andrew can remember why he hasn’t yet murdered Neil.

The next day, Neil checks his phone and says, “What is boxing day?”

“Ask Matt,” Andrew says.

Neil snorts. “So it’s about fighting to the death. Probably your favourite holiday, then.” He tries to swing out of bed, but hisses, “Fuck me, it’s cold.”

Andrew can feel it in the tip of his nose. “Turn on the heating then.”

“Nope, we’re staying here,” Neil replies and burrows into the blankets. “I’m putting my feet on you,” he says, and does.

“What are you going to do about the eighth day of Christmas?” Andrew asks. Not because he cares.

“I’m your present,” Neil mumbles.

“Shit present.”

On the ninth day, they have to go back to practice. There’s almost no point, as they’ll stop again around New Year, but their Coach says something about “Pros” meaning “professional” as though that’s new, and everyone turns up, bleary-eyed and in new outfits.

Neil hands him a black jumper with a ridiculous Christmas-themed pun. “It’s not Christmas anymore,” Andrew reminds him.

“No, but I forgot that I’d gotten it,” he says. “I got it in your favourite colour.”

Andrew wears it to practice. At least he gets to take it off to put on his goalkeeper gear. Neil wears the shit-eating grin for the whole of practice.

On the tenth day, Kevin turns up at their doorstep. Andrew looks at Neil accusingly, but he shrugs. “I was in town,” Kevin says.

“Merry Christmas,” Neil says.

“You’re three days late,” Kevin replies with a frown.

After an hour or so of what Dan would have called ‘catching up’, Neil swerves the conversation to the new Exy gear the local dedicated shop has and offers to take Kevin. He doesn’t offer to take Andrew.

“Peace is definitely a theme of Christmas,” Neil says to Andrew quietly. “Right?”

Andrew raises his eyebrows.

“You’re welcome,” Neil says, and leaves.

On the eleventh day, Andrew says he’s looking forward to this being over. Neil smiles and puts King in his lap. “I’m regifting.”

Andrew supposes the cat is warm. He doesn’t argue.

It’s the last day of Neil’s attempt at Christmas, and Andrew isn’t sure, but Neil might be the type to have a triumphant finale. Somehow, though, schedules have aligned so that Andrew has to meet with their team’s long-suffering dietician, and Neil has the day to himself.

When Andrew gets back, though, all that’s changed is that the small Christmas tree is gone. Andrew glances at where it was, and Neil shrugs and says, “It’s the last day of Christmas, right?”

“Are you claiming that your gift to me is this being over?” Andrew wouldn’t be disappointed, but there’d be something.

“Of course not,” Neil says. He throws a gift in garishly bright paper covered in cats wearing Santa hats, which Andrew catches, but reluctantly.

Andrew stares at Neil.

“Open it,” Neil replies.

It’s a DVD for a film whose name is obscured by the pictures of candy on the front.

“Matt says I’m bad at gifts,” Neil says.

“You are.“

“That’s unfair. I just ran out of ideas after the second day.”

Andrew stares at Neil, and puts the DVD box down slowly. Into the trash can.

“Merry Christmas, Andrew.”

10

Since I apparently have nothing better to do I decided to compile all of RGB’s outfit changes in TPoH, with such memorable moments as “Golden Douche”, “Fifth Doctor”, “Candy Pinstripe” in original and new mint flavor, and all manners of Static glitchery.

I of course couldn’t leave out the all-important jacketless moments:

As well as Hero’s ‘Dark-Vision’ RGB

and, of course:

The work-out session

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean, a little bit of Sam.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some kissing, aaand i think that’s it.    

Word Count: 1200-ish

A/N: This is actually my first fanfic EVER, so pleeaaase bear with me if it’s crap. Also it’s not beta’ed. Feedback would be awesome :) Tagging @ thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘cause she requested a fic based on the gif below :)

You hadn’t been on a hunt for almost 2 months now, and though you were happy that there apparently weren’t a lot of people getting killed by things that go bump in the night, you kinda missed it. being locked up in the bunker for so long without much exercise, plus the fact that your food habits hadn’t changed much from the usual junk you ate while working cases, had made you gain more than just a few pounds. You really wanted to do something about it, you did, but you always found it rather hard to lift your butt off the couch to go to the bunker’s gym, and Sam’s rabbit-food didn’t tempt you much either. After a few weeks you started to avoid mirrors, especially the full figure one in your room. Every time you walked past them you let your gaze fall to the floor, too ashamed to look yourself in the eyes. You didn’t think anyone would notice your change in behavior, and nobody did. Except one.

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Dragged Along

Title: Dragged Along

Characters: Reader x Taeyong + best drunk friend Yuta

A/N: I was gone for a rlly long time,, but stay tuned for these new wild rides im finna post upppp 🥜

Yuta had brought me to the party regardless of the many efforts I made to protest. This was honestly going to be such a bummer.

  With the knowledge of previous other parties, I could already predict what was going to happen. Yuta would disappear into the sea of people before us and I’d be condemned to a dark corner until he found his way back to me.

  My prediction had been correct, as soon as I had hopped out of the car he was nowhere in sight. I sighed and made my way up to the front porch on my own. Loose strings of people littered the deck,already heavily intoxicated.

  I sighed and plopped down one one of the steps, fishing in my pocket for my lighter. I really didn’t know if it was alright to smoke here, but I lit my cigarette regardless. I didn’t even know whose house i was even at.

  “Mind if I join you?” While I was thinking, a tall lanky boy with white hair had snuck up behind me. His smile was warm and his eyes seemed bright and inviting. I nodded and he plopped down next to me. “what’re you out here all alone for?” He looked a little concerned, like as if I had been in a fight beforehand.

  I explained the whole situation, about how Yuta had left me and I was a stranger to everyone else that was attending. His eyes lit up, which was crazy because I didn’t think they could get much brighter. “You know Yuta?”

  “Yeah! We’ve been friends since we were kids.” I thought back to how we looked and giggled to myself. “Do you know him?”

  “Yeah, but I’m confused as to why he’s never introduced me to such a pretty girl,especially if you’ve been friends so long.” My cheeks instantly flamed. “I’m Taeyong by the way,”

  “I’m Y/N. Are you sure we’ve never met?” His smirk seemed so vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.

  “Im sure I would’ve remembered a girl as cute as you are~” I giggled, letting the foul smoke release from my lungs.

  “Hey put that out!!” A boy yelled, stumbling towards me with a red solo cup in hand. I put it out quickly to avoid confrontation with someone who seemed overly intoxicated.

  “You shouldn’t even have that in the first place darling,” Taeyong smiled, he was staring down the boy who had yelled, who was settling on the lawn. “Doyoung! You can’t sleep there!” He yelled over to him.

  Doyoung raised a thumbs up and let it fall fairly quickly. Taeyong finally turned back to me, apologizing for his friends behaviour. “So whose party is this anyway??” I tried to change the subject as quickly as possible because apologies aren’t exactly my thing.

  His eyes widened and he started to laugh, “You came to the party without knowing who was even hosting??” I slowly nodded and he laughed again “Well, you’ve been hanging out with the host the entire time.”  

  “Really? What’re you doing out here instead of enjoying your party?” Inside the music was roaring and people were yelling. To any other party animal that would sound so awesome, right? A large house, lots of drinks and plenty of other people.

  “I’m getting kind of bored with the party scene, plus I’m still having fun out here with you. Do you not think the same?” My cheeks were instantly the heat of a hundred suns.

  “Yeah! More fun than I would in there honestly.” I glanced warily at the window wondering how Yuta was doing in there.

  Even thinking of the devil will make him appear. Yuta stumbled out the door, his cheeks cherry colored. “Y/N.. I’m gonna be sick.” Me and Taeyong immediately rushed over to him so he wouldn’t fall.

   “I should take him home,” I sighed hoisting his arm onto my shoulder.

  “That’s probably the best idea.” He smiled sympathetically. Yuta babbled in some unknown language as we helped him back into my car.

  We set him in the backseat so he could lie down comfortably. Taeyong ran inside really quick and soon came back with a plastic bag.

  “Thank you~” I wrapped my arms around him to show my thanks. He squeezed my body against his and then we looked back down at Yuta, who started to snore quite loud.

   “Well, I’ll get Yuta to let me hang out with you once the huge hangover he’s about to get passes,” He laughed as I slid into the driver’s seat, starting to prepare myself for the journey home.

   “Wait, hang on a sec!” I reached in the glove box and pulled out a pen and found a small piece of paper. I scribbled down my number and handed it to him. “Text me when you’re free and we don’t have to wait for him.”

   “Alright, I’ll catch ya later then!” He leaned down and pecked my cheek before closing my door for me. I smiled and drove away, watching his figure grow smaller in the distance.

   It was about a 30 minute commute to get back to my place and Yuta’s snores only made me drowsier and drowsier. I figured i couldn’t take him back to his place in his disgruntled state so he could sleep in my bed.

   He randomly woke up, babbled on in gibberish for about five minutes and promptly passed back out. I parked the car and he instantly shot up, trying to get out and stand on his own. He almost immediately crumpled, but I caught him.

  I helped him all the way into my bed, which he flopped onto with an exasperated ‘humph.’ I went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and two aspirins and set them on the nightstand for him to wake up to. Afterwards a curled up in a ball next to him, drifting off to sleep like we did when we were younger.

Exchange Romance - Part 2

Part 1: https://daisy-chain-gardens.tumblr.com/post/162913902685/exchange-romance (sorry for the ugly link, I don’t know how to make it pretty)

A/N: Hi again guys! Here’s part 2 of my fic ‘Exchange Romance’. I’m not sure how many parts there will be but I have ideas for at least three more. They’ll be roughly one for each month of Betty’s exchange but maybe more if I think of something exciting to happen. Sorry if there are some mistakes as I edited this myself. Also a huge thanks for all of the love on the first part <3

Summary: Jughead asks Betty out on their first date, but how will the night end?

Word count: 3528

A week after Betty and Jughead told, or showed, Archie they were together, they found themselves alone at the Lodge’s apartment. They were sitting on opposite sides of the dining table, surrounded by numerous books and sheets of paper. Betty was copying out notes from one of yesterday’s classes while Jughead typed away on his laptop. The sounds of his fingers on the keyboard interrupted only by the occasional flipping of a page or tapping of a pen.

“Betts.” Jughead said. The room was left in perfect silence as his fingers stopped pressing on the keys. He looked up at the girl sitting across from him. Her hair was hastily piled on top of her head and her glasses sat slightly askew on the bridge of her nose. Jughead couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked, trapped in her own little world and completely oblivious to her surroundings.

“Mhmm.” Mumbled the blonde, eyes trained on the page in front of her until she’d finished her sentence. “What’s up Jug?”

“Um, I was just wondering, I have two tickets to a double feature at the Bijou on Friday. Do you wanna go? With, umm, with me?” He asked, his hand reaching up to grip the back of his neck as he kept his eyes locked on hers.

“Jughead Jones, are you asking me on a date?” Betty’s voice was playful and the way she said his name made his heart pound.
“Only if you’re going to say yes.” He noticed the way her green eyes sparkled when she smiled and before he knew what was happening, she’d leaned across the table and kissed him gently.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Her face remained just inches from his and he kissed her right back, hands reaching up to cup her face and bring her closer. She leant further across the table and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Why hello there.” Veronica’s voice startled Betty and she leapt away from Jughead, slipping out off her chair in the process and landing on the soft carpet with a loud thud. “Don’t mind me, just passing through.”  She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl at the end of the table and left with a wink, thoroughly amused by the reaction of her new friend.

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The next few days seemed to be never ending, much to Betty’s disappointment. Veronica waltzed into the blonde’s room late on Thursday night and sat down on the large bed without invitation. Betty, who was reading in the comfy chair in the corner, looked up at her friend.

“Everything alright V?” she questioned, closing her book and moving across the room to sit next to the raven haired princess.
“No everything’s not alright B. You have a date with Jughead tomorrow and you didn’t even tell me! I had to find out from Archie. Do you know how embarrassing that was Betty? Totally mortifying.” Ronnie sounded exasperated as she put her hand up to her forehead in mock shame but Betty knew she was playing it up. She pulled her host sister into a tight hug from the side and looked up at her pleadingly.

“Oh V, whatever can I do to make it up to you?” The shorter girl’s eyes sparkled and Betty immediately regretted asking. She was probably going to ask to tag along to take photos or something else equally mortifying.

“I want to help you get ready and no protests because I know this is your first date. I’ll help you knock off beanie boy’s socks. Sound good?” Veronica asked, pulling out of the hug to stare Betty down.

“Ok fine. But, we’ll only have half an hour to get ready because the movie starts at five.” The blonde decided it was easier to give in than to try and argue and make it worse she was getting used to Ronnie’s tactics and decided this was probably as good as it was going to get.

“Yay! He won’t even recognise you once I’m done with you. 30 minutes probably isn’t enough time but I’m sure we can make it work. Sweet dreams B.” She stood up and was out of the room before Betty had time to reply. She went back over to the chair to try and continue reading her book but the butterflies in her stomach were too distracting.

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The next school day was agonising slow and Betty found herself unable to focus on anything that her teachers were saying as she absentmindedly drew tiny crowns in the corners of all her books. Ronnie rushed her home and then didn’t waste anytime before sitting her down and applying various creams and powders to her skin. Veronica wouldn’t let her look in the mirror so Betty kept her fingers tightly crossed the whole time.

“Voila! Oh my god, Jughead is going to lose it when he sees you. Even I’m jealous. You look so fab B!” She let out a little squeal before grabbing a small mirror and handing it to Betty.

“Wow.” She let out a awe-filled gasp at the sight of her reflection. Betty had expected Ronnie to overdo the makeup big time with extravagant colours or dark smokey eyes but it almost looked as though she didn’t have any makeup on. Her eyes looked bigger and greener than normal while her lips looked soft and full. Her hair was out of it’s usual ponytail and in soft waves that fell around her shoulders. “Thank you so much V, this is incredible.” She stood up out of her chair and pulled her friend into a hug, squeezing tightly before Ronnie broke away.

“You only have five minutes until Jughead is supposed to get here so go and put this on. Ronnie handed her a long green dress that matched her eyes. She flashed a small smile at Veronica before hurrying out of the room to get changed. The dress fit like a glove and hugged in all the right places without being too flashy for a night at the movies. Betty had severely underestimated Ronnie. She smiled as she looked in the mirror and woke up the butterflies in her stomach again as she thought about what Jughead would think. Just as she turned to walk out of her room and show Veronica, the doorbell rang.

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Jughead stood waiting outside the door, one hand in his pocket the the other fiddling with his hair. It felt strange to be without his beanie but he knew Betty would appreciate it. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. He quickly dropped his hand from his hair and shoved it in his other pocket. Jughead’s face fell slightly when it revealed Veronica on the other side but she pretended not to notice and ushered him inside.

“Hey Ron. Have you seen Betts? We need to go soon if we’re gonna catch the start of the first movie.” Jughead said as he sat down on the edge of the couch, his knee bobbing up and down.

“You know that the first half hour is always ads but Betty should be out in a sec. Although I must say, Jug, you clean up well.” His cheeks turned slightly pink as he reached up to fiddle with his hair again. He was just wondering if it was a bad idea leaving his beanie when Betty walked through the door and he forgot how to breathe. She looked gorgeous. The dress, the hair, the makeup, everything. He had a feeling that Ronnie had something to do with it but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He stood up and walked towards her, his hands reaching forward to hold hers.

“You look stunning Betts” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

“Right back at you Juggie” she replied, copying his tone. Her eyes taking in his white shirt and suspenders which showed off his toned arms in a way she hadn’t noticed before. “What happened to your beanie?”

“I think I can manage without it for one night.” He smiled up at her and the butterflies in stomach started fluttering like never before. Jughead pulled back first and stood beside her, still holding one her hands and suddenly very aware of Veronica, who was pretending that she wasn’t watching them from the couch. “Ok, we’re off Ron. See you at Pop’s after?”

“Yep. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” The black haired girl looked over at the pair with a large smile on her face which Betty knew to mean that she was scheming about something. Every thought of Ronnie escaped her mind as the handsome boy next to her slipped his arm around her waist to lead her out the door.

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Ronnie was bored. Her parents were out at yet another event and ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’ wasn’t starting for another hour. She reached out her phone a speed dialed Archie, who picked up on the first ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He sounded like he was slightly out of breath so Ronnie figured he was probably out for a run.

“Not much. I’m just bored. Do you want to come over? My parents are out.”
“Yeah sure. Just let me have a shower and then I’ll be over in half an hour. That work for you?”

“Why wouldn’t it? See you soon. Bye.”

“Bye babe.”

Ronnie busied herself by painting her nails until she heard Archie knock on the door. “It’s open!” She yelled out, closing the bottle of polish with her semi-dry nails in a practiced motion. Archie came and sat down next to his girlfriend on the couch, kissing her as a way of greeting. She kissed back but then stopped abruptly and pulled away.

“Everything alright babe?” Archie asked, the worry evident on his face.

“Everything is fine babe. I just wanted to talk about Jug and B.”

“Oh yeah, he’s taking her to the movies tonight right?”

“Yeah, they left just before I called you. Why is he taking her to the movies? They watch movies all the time. They even did it before they were a ‘together’.”

“Wait, what’s the date today?”

“2nd of October. What’s the date got to do with anything?”

“It’s Jughead’s birthday. You know how he always goes to the Bijou to watch double feature today. Normally I go with him but I guess things are a bit different this year.”

“WHAT! But Betty doesn’t even know? She hasn’t gotten him a present or anything! Oh my god she’s going to freak! I have to tell her just gimme a minute to find my phone.” She started to get up off the couch but Archie grabbed her arm and dragged her down to sit on his lap. His thumb drew small circles on the back of her hand as she leaned into him

“You’ve gotta let him tell her Ronnie. You know how he is about his birthday. I get why he didn’t tell her but even the fact that he invited her to the movies with him is a pretty big deal. I knew he liked her but I didn’t realise he liked her this much.”

“I have an idea.” Archie stopped moving his thumb as Ronnie pulled away slightly.

“Ronnie, you know that we’ve talked about your scheming before. Jug asked me to try and make sure you don’t do anything stupid that’ll end up getting in between them.”

“That’s cute that he thinks you can stop me from scheming Archiekins. Don’t worry, there’s no way this plan will backfire. Trust me.”

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By the time the final credits rolled in the theater it was dark outside. Jughead and Betty took their time getting out of the theatre, neither of them wanting to join back up with their friends and end their date. They held hands as they walked, arms swaying loosely. A comfortable silence had fallen over them as they made their way to Pop’s. The only interruption the bing of Jughead’s phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and laughed when he read the text on the screen. He handed it over to Betty who read it out loud.

“Hey Jug, Ronnie’s staying over tonight coz Dad’s out. Any chance u could stay with Betty?” She let out a laugh before handing him his phone back. “Now I know why Ronnie was flashing around her scheming smile before we left.”

“She has a scheming smile?”

“Have you even met Ronnie? Of course she has a scheming smile!” She bumped into his side softly and then went quiet as she stared down at her feet. “You can come over if you want.” Her voice was soft as a whisper as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and nervous.

“I would love to Betts.” He stated as he took his hand from hers and moved it around her shoulder before kissing the top of her head. She practically melted into him and found herself wishing she live in this moment forever. Walking aimlessly in the cool autumn air, wrapped up in his arms. She felt safe. She felt at home.

“Should we go to Pop’s or just order in?” She asked, pulling away slightly to look up at him.

“I think Pop’s. We’re almost there anyway.” Jughead pulled her back into his side and they stayed like that until the red glow of the diner lit up their faces.

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It was 11pm by the time they got back to the Lodge’s apartment. They were both exhausted but neither of them wanted to admit it and bring their magical evening to an end. Betty unlocked the door and then dragged Jughead to the couch with the intention of watching a movie. Neither of them felt like moving once they’d sat down so instead they stared up at the black screen, making the most of their closeness. She was laying down with her head on his lap as his fingers ran through her hair, just like they were before he’d kissed her for the first time. Even though it was the same, it felt different, more intimate. Her eyelids started to feel heavy and she closed them for what she swore was just a second. After that she was vaguely aware of Jughead picking her up and carrying her to her room before setting her down on her bed. He pulled off her shoes and then tucked her under the covers. Betty found herself wondering if he’d done this before. Jughead then bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight Betts.” He whispered in her ear before turning to walk out of the room. Betty reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn and face her.

“Jug, could you stay?” Her words were distorted with sleep but they still made him smile.

“Anything for you Betts.” Jughead took off his shoes and then lay down behind her, his arm falling over her hip to hold her hand. “Thank you for the perfect birthday.” He said into her hair, so softly he wasn’t even sure if he’d said it out loud.

“Happy Birthday Juggie.” Betty replied before falling into a peaceful slumber.

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Veronica quietly opened the front door of the apartment in the early hours of the morning. High heels in hand as her stockinged feet padded softly along the expensive wooden floor. The door to Betty’s bedroom was half open so Ronnie took it upon herself to make sure her plan had worked. Sure enough, the two teens were lying under the covers, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed together. Ronnie quietly stepped back out of the room, pulling her phone out of her pocket to text Archie what had come of her scheme.

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Betty woke up early and rolled over to find herself face to face with Jughead. She smiled and couldn’t help but think that this was what she wanted to wake up to every morning; this tall dark haired boy in front of her with his messy hair and the lazy smile that played on his lips. She kissed him softly and then snuck out of the sheets to get changed.

Jughead woke up in the middle of the morning, the smell of bacon and maple syrup filled the room. The bed seemed empty without a certain blonde lying next to him so he unwrapped himself from the covers in order to search for her. He found her in the kitchen. She’d changed out of her green dress into sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Her hair was back up in it’s usual ponytail. Jughead found her so effortlessly beautiful that it left him speechless. He watched her from the doorway for a few seconds. She was dancing by the stove top, singing loudly to an upbeat song he didn’t recognise.

“Hey there Betts.” He had to yell from his spot by the door to be heard over the music and it made her jump.

“Holy crap Jug! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He laughed as he walked towards her. She hit his arm playfully when he reached over her to grab some bacon out of the pan.

“What’s all this for?” He asked through a mouthful of bacon.

“Well, you know how you told me last night it was your birthday? We didn’t do anything special so I wanted to make it up to you by making you breakfast.” An absent-minded smile played on her lips as she fiddled with the collar of his crinkled shirt.
“Thanks Betts but you really didn’t have to. Last night was the best thing you could that you could’ve given me. Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her, softly at first but then with increasing urgency once she responded.

“Ahem, morning lovebirds.” Veronica’s unannounced entrance splitting them apart once again as she sauntered over to the bench to pour herself some coffee. Betty turned around and busied herself with the pancakes while Jughead suddenly became fascinated in the ornate fruit bowl. “Relax you guys I’m only joking, kind of. How was your night?” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently over the top of her coffee mug, taking a long sip whilst somehow maintaining eye contact with both of them at the same time.

“It was really fun thanks V. I would ask you the same but I don’t think I want to know.” Betty replied, turning off the element and she slid the last pancake out of the pan.

“Touche B. Hope you had a nice birthday Jughead with your girlfriend Jughead!” Ronnie called over her shoulder as she walked out of the kitchen, her large coffee mug still grasped between her hands. Betty and Jughead looked at each other and blushed. They ate their pancakes without much conversation and Betty was reminded of the feeling that she had last night. She found herself thinking that more and more when she was with Jughead. How much she would love to just be with him forever and ever. A smile claimed her lips as she got a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Suddenly, she realised something; she was falling for Jughead.

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Archie found his dad in the kitchen making coffee when he went down for breakfast.

“Hey Dad.” Archie said sleepily as he stretched his arms.

“Hi son. How did you sleep?” The red headed boy froze mid stretch but managed to play it cool, hoping his Dad hadn’t noticed. He turned towards the cupboard to try and find his cereal.
“Pretty uneventful.”

“Glad to hear it. Hey, um, you haven’t seen Jughead around this morning have you?” Archie’s face turned the same colour as his hair as he tried to think of  good excuse. He didn’t have an issue lying to his Dad he was just awful at thinking on the spot.

“He, umm, I think he said something about going to get some milk.”

“Huh. Well that’s interesting since I did the shopping yesterday.” Fred managed to catch his son’s gaze and saw the panic in his eyes. “Come one bud, where was he really?”

“Ok fine. Jughead spent the night at Betty’s house, well, Ronnie’s house I guess.” Fred was a bit taken aback by how quickly his son had cracked. His answer, however, didn’t surprise him at all.

“Oh ok. She seems like a nice girl. Are her and Jughead getting serious or…” He let the question hang open, knowing that his son would supply an answer.

“Well not serious serious. They only had their first date last night but he took her to the Bijou for a double feature and it was his birthday. That’s pretty serious for Jughead. I think he really likes her Dad. She makes him really happy.”

“I’m glad that he’s happy, I really am. Jughead needs something good in his life at the moment so I’m happy that she’s come around. I just, I just don’t want to see him get hurt, that’s all.” And with that he walked out of the kitchen, abandoning his untouched coffee on the counter, leaving Archie to keep searching for his cereal.

If you go away

Title: If you go away - Modern!AU

Rating: T

Fandom: D.Gray-man

Characters/Pairings: Kanda Yuu/Allen Walker, Lavi, Lenalee Lee

Summary: Kanda spent most of his days bored at the park, but when new kid Allen Walker catches his eye, he realizes there’s more to life than avoiding over-protective dads and annoying friends - and that, maybe, they weren’t the worst kind of problems to have. Not by a long-shot.

Chapter: ½ | tagged as dgm: if you go away

Notes: Inspired by the prompt:  The hot boy in the park finally looked at me. I’m gonna FIGHT him. Also a bit from the stream:

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A Shift in Fate - Part 3;

Back again with some more crossover. As always, this is co-written by Voltra, creator of @ut-storyshift, and this time we have probably two of the most anticipated characters appearing. Fun stuff!

Characters: IF Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, Flowey; Storyshift Chara, Asriel, Papyrus
Rating: PG
Summary: Upon venturing from the Ruins, Frisk stumbles upon another human! A very mysterious human with cool teleportation powers, and their adorable goat sibling. Little do they realize, they’re not alone.

If you’re new to the crossover, here are part 1 and part 2 respectively!


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anonymous asked:

Nitori gets hit on the head by a stray baseball from the Samezuka baseball team and Rin or Sousuke or both of them have a word with the team captain about the black eye it left.

In which Ai meet cutes the wrong person.

Ai liked running in the afternoons generally though he did like the morning runs he used to take with Rin as well. Today, however, a run was calling his name; there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky and the breeze felt marvelous on his face. The baseball, however, did not. Before it actually hurt it was a sickening moment of disorientation where he went from jogging at an easy pace, enjoying his music and the lovely weather, to a crumpled heap on the ground with a throbbing right eye and a baseball sitting several feet away.

He blinked, or tried to, finding that the swelling made it hard to do much of anything, while several boys in Samezuka baseball uniforms shouted and crowded around him. He wasn’t sure if he was actually crying or if his eyes (eye?) were watering from the pain, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to smile as one of them dropped to a knee next to him.

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Thunderbirds Are Go - “Retail Rituals”

type: double drabbles

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Scott

If you were to ask Scott why he preferred to dress in denim from head to toe, he’d shrug and mumble something about harmony and comfort. But the truth was that Scott had no sense of fashion whatsoever. Blue was a safe colour. Blue, like his Thunderbird. Blue, like his eyes, and his mother’s eyes. He often caught himself thinking of her – when he needed to distract himself from the memory of his father, which was quite ironic, he realized – and the first thing that would come to his mind were those pools of arctic blue. And then he remembered that she also loved to wear denim: jeans, shirts, skirts, and dungarees, especially during her pregnancies. She probably wore one during her first pregnancy, so maybe he had inherited her fondness for this fabric straight from the womb.

Scott sighed as he stood inside the tiny changing room, staring at a pair of navy blue jeans. They fit like a glove, but then again he kind of expected that. What with that slender waist and lanky legs of his, all he had to worry about was finding the right length. He gathered the day’s loot and headed for the checkout.

Virgil

Due to his vast collection of lumberjack aesthetics, most of his siblings didn’t bother asking to join him when he went clothes shopping. They presumed it would be a boring, repetitive affair. Virgil didn’t mind one bit, because it allowed him to focus on the most important part of his wardrobe: underwear. He didn’t particularly favour one kind over the other, so his dressing contained an equal number of briefs and boxers. Comfort and design were the two conditions that influenced his decision to purchase or move on.

Virgil’s eyes were drawn towards a pair of plaid flannel boxers. Not only did they look almost identical to the shirt he usually wore, they also felt incredibly soft. As he stood stroking the fabric, he was reminded of a typical Gordon Tracy saying.

Crown jewels deserve a royal treatment, so pick your undies wisely.

Virgil smirked and nodded. If it felt right, he’d go for it. And not just fabric-wise. Geeky prints were one of his guilty pleasures. Besides, he didn’t have to face his siblings’ opions because said guilty pleasures were hidden beneath layers of clothing. It was the yin to Gordon’s loud-shirt-hiding-a-quiet-inner-self yang.


Alan

The noodle child of the Tracy family had always been overly fond of baggy clothes, and above all, t-shirts. Alan’s nightwear was more often than not indistinguishable from his daytime wear, either because he didn’t bother changing as he stumbled into bed on the wrong side of midnight after a strenuous multiplayer gaming session, or because he preferred to combine t-shirts and PJ bottoms, disregarding whatever was meant to match said PJ bottoms. Whenever Grandma announced another shopping trip to London, he’d be practically bouncing with excitement because it meant adding new stuff to his tee collection. Grandma was convinced of the fact that Alan simply wouldn’t stop until his closet literally burst open with all kinds of t-shirts, ranging from geeky Batman and Doctor Who stuff to hipster prints and motivational quotes.

Grandma was patiently waiting by the checkout area of the Forbidden Planet, the second stop on their t-shirt hunt. (The first one would always be Camden’s Stables Market.) When she spotted her youngest grandson waddling towards her with a heap of multi-coloured, multi-fandom t-shirts in his spindly arms, she sighed and tried to keep a straight and stern face. It was going to be a long day.

Gordon

The three most important items on Gordon’s mainland shopping list were Hawaiian shirts, equally loud swimming trunks and shorts, and sea-themed body products. Right now, he was tapping into the latter need. When he was trudging up and down the spending haven that is London’s Oxford Street, he passed a cosmetics store and was drawn inside by the promise of scrubs and brightly coloured bath and shower products – the very same products that were part of Gordon’s corner of the Tracy Island bathroom. His eyes twinkled with anticipation when one of the employees guided him towards a large bowl of water and proceeded to pour a sandy, heavily fragranced mixture into the palm of his hand.

While he was inching his way through the checkout queue, carrying what looked like an old-fashioned cardboard soap box under his left arm, he couldn’t stop smelling his hands. It was like scrubbing your skin with vanilla-scented sand. Gordon was already daydreaming about his next shower session when a familiar voice trickled into his ears. He’d never forgive himself for continuing to grin like an idiot into Lady Penelope’s ever radiant face as his imagination added her to the shower scene in his head.

John

A packed westbound Piccadilly Line train rumbled into the station, spewing out a steady flow of passengers that was soon matched by the number of people trying to join the masses inside the cramped carriages. Kayo grabbed John’s sleeve and urged him to get a move on. She knew that he loathed shopping excursions, especially of the clothing kind, but she also happened to be the only person on Tracy Island whose shopping routine somewhat matched his own. John’s usual tactics consisted of blanky staring into space upon entering a random clothes store before striding towards a rack of clothes, sifting through them until he found his size, trying them on in record time, and immediately proceeding to the checkout. Efficiency, thy name is John Tracy.

Kayo admired that kind of no-nonsense approach to the human hassle of clothing one’s poorly isolated body and his absolute disregard for the institution of fashion. He hadn’t a clue what was hot and hip nor could he care less. Everyone in his family knew that he loved his space suits way more than he did any other outfit he’d ever worn. If he could mail order them from Thunderbird 5, he probably would.

I’ve always wondered just what the Tracy boys do when they venture out into mainland territory - because ordering clothes or body products via the Internet isn’t gonna replace the routine of physically visiting a store. Also, I’m planning on writing Christmas themed drabbles next. They’re gonna be painfully cute and there’s nothing you can do about that. *evil cackle*

H

Rating: R (for violence)
Word Count: 2.5K +
Im going to admit, this is a very different piece for me but I like it. If you don’t like shows like criminal minds, I wouldn’t read. 
TW: blood, violence, guns

The coffee in the office was shitty, but Luke still poured two servings into the flimsy cups the department had bought in bulk last week. He put two sugars in each and cream in his, sliding the lids on just as Calum came by. Luke handed him the second cup, which he took with a grateful smile, which faded when he took a sip.

“You’d think with the budget of the FBI we could at least get some coffee that doesn’t taste like what I drank in college,” Calum muttered, continuing to drink anyways in a desperate search for caffeine. It was around 6:30am, their team leader Ashton calling them in on an ‘urgent matter.’

“All you drank in college was vodka Cal don’t try to fool me,” Luke scoffed, heading into the conference room. Michael was already there, scanning over files and trying to find clues.

“What’s got us here so early?” Calum questioned.

“H is back.” Michael’s voice was stone as he scanned over the old files. Calum tensed up, shooting a glance at Luke.

“You’re kidding,” Luke exclaimed. “He went off the grid for two years. I thought he got locked up, or died. Killers like him don’t just go dormant.”

Ashton entered the room swiftly, the team’s technical analyst Katie right behind him.

“Well, he did. Let’s cover what we know, it’s just us on this one,” he explained as everyone sat down.

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anonymous asked:

Wait can you tell us about that Chat Noir being turned into a cat idea you mentioned? Really curious about what the twist is! If you don't want to it's fine though

hehe I’ll try and give a bullet point version but this is the thing that i talked about for like thirty straight minutes so i might forget some stuff. @panda013 @miraculousturtle @ladybugandblackchat and anyone else who might have been in that call can fill in details if they remember, or tag people who were in the call

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