you can tell how much she loved him just by looking at her

The Arrangement (pt 10)

You woke up around 6 in the morning. Though you were incredibly tired, you had too much on your mind and sleep didn’t consume you like you thought it would. It was still dark outside at this time, and you were slightly hungry. Now that you were eating for two, you were eating more frequently. 

You were scared to go out into the kitchen though. What if Jimin was also awake? You weren’t ready to face him yet. There were so many things that he had said and you wondered how long he had his doubts about your relationship. Did he still love you? Did he still love your baby? 

You tried to calm down again. You sat down and thought about the situation at hand. If you were in his shoes, what would you have thought? It was a little ridiculous to plan for a birthday party about two months in advance, you had to admit it. But it was the only way you could pull off the party with your work schedule. You thought back to all the times you tried to hide your phone away from Jimin or closed your laptop when he came and sat next to you. I guess you really did seem suspicious. 

But did that warrant the things he had said. The hurtful things? If you were in his shoes…. you would have talked to him. You would have asked him straight up. Why? Because you love him and trust him. Sure, things were moving fast between you two, but didn’t he always assure you that he felt the same way you did? That you both were on the same page?

Clearly not. You realized that maybe he didn’t trust you as much as you trust him. So maybe your love him outweighed his love for you. So where exactly did that leave you and your baby?

You rubbed your hand over your growing stomach. You had been busy for the past few months sure, but your love for the baby grew each and every single second. When you first heard the heartbeat, you cried. You made the baby your number one priority. You still worked hard at work and tried to balance your new life. Clearly you didn’t do such a good job. But like you said, the baby was your first priority. You were determined to work things out with Jimin for the sake of the baby. But you still needed time to settle your emotions. You needed time.


Jimin had made his way back to his shared room with you after trying to get you to open the door. He felt terrible. He should have just talked to you first! He should have never doubted you. Why then, did he? He decided that it was because he was too afraid. Too afraid to lose you. And as these thoughts flooded his mind, he eventually fell asleep on the empty bed, wishing so much that you were there in his arms. 

When he woke up, the sun was shining and he turned to the clock. It was already 9! He jumped out of bed and quickly brushed his teeth. He ran out the room hoping to find you. Your door was open! He ran in, only to find it empty. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he noticed breakfast already on the table. So you were awake. Where the hell did you go on a Sunday morning?

A little note caught his eye on the table though. It read “I need time before we can talk about this. Please just give me that much”. He didn’t know how he felt after reading it. At least you were willing to talk to him at some point in the future. But he just wanted to hold you, hug you, and kiss you at this very moment. But he knew that he shouldn’t push you or his luck. So with some gratitude, he ate the breakfast made for him and sauntered back to his room, wasting his day away.

You went to your best friend, Suji’s house and decided to spend your day there. She could tell you were upset, and you finally told her everything. Everything from the beginning. About how the marriage was forced, how Jimin and you were so unhappy at the beginning of the marriage. Even everything that happened last night. 

To say that Suji was shocked was an understatement. She listened patiently and she was crying along with you by the time you were done. “How could you have not told me anything till now! You’re my best friend and I didn’t know you were struggling like this!” she all but yelled at you. You gave her a sad smile. 

“Sorry” you said. “It was hard not telling you, trust me. But I couldn’t you risk telling my parents, I know how close you are with them” you reasoned. 

“What makes you think I won’t tell them all this now?” she questioned. Your smile fell. 

“Suji please don’t. I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told you everything. I can’t deal with the stress of you telling my parents. Please, I’m begging you” you said. 

“I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell them. But you need to start telling me everything too! I swear to god, if I see Jimin I’m going to slap him silly” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Are you going to forgive him?” she asks.

“I need to talk things through with him honestly. But I can see where he could have had his doubts. But I’m still really hurt with what he said. But I…I just love him so much Suji. I don’t want us to fall apart because of this. I think we can get through it. He did look really apologetic afterall” you reasoned. 

“Ok, but if he pulls anything else I won’t keep quiet” she says. 

“And you won’t have to” you promised. 


The next couple of days were terrible for both you and Jimin. He was trying so so hard to give you the space you wanted, but it was eating at him. He wanted to talk to you again! Meanwhile, you didn’t know when to start talking to him again. You simply made his meals and went to work. You didn’t say anything to him but you missed him like crazy. You needed to talk to him soon. Jimin hated being at home with you when you were just going to ignore him so he would try to spend time with his friends. Usually, he would just end up drunk though. 

Taehyung meanwhile noticed the change in you both. He felt bad and he knew he shouldn’t get into it, but he hated seeing you both like this. So, he decided that he needed to get you two to talk. Jimin had texted him to meet at a bar later tonight, so he decided to ask you to get dinner around the same time. If he was lucky, he could make you two run into each other and force you two to start talking again. 


Jimin waited patiently at the bar for Taehyung to arrive. But it seemed like Taehyung was running late, so Jimin started on a drink before his friend arrive. Since the party, Taehyung didn’t bring up the situation again, and for that Jimin was thankful. He still couldn’t tell his friend what he had accused both you and him of. 

Jimin felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and he jumped at the sensation and turned around to see who it was. To his disappointment, it was his ex. 

“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” she purred. Jimin wanted to visibly gag, but he kept it in.

“None of your business” he said, turning back around and taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh come on. Clearly things aren’t going well. Otherwise why would you be here on a weekday night instead of being with the mom to be?” she asked, sitting down next to him. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the reason for this. If you.. If you hadn’t placed those thoughts in my head.. I could be.. I could be happy right now” he said, honestly. But he knew that he couldn’t really blame his ex completely. He was the one who spewed the hateful words to you and he could never take that back. Jimin downed his drink at the thought. 

Jimin stopped paying attention to his ex, who was practically drooling at him. He couldn’t get his mind off of you and anything that Jiah had said went in through one ear and out the other


Taehyung had suggested you grab drink at a local bar. You thought it was suspicious, especially since you couldn’t drink at a time like this but he assured you that they had really good food. You didn’t really think twice, and went along with him. You were quite hungry after all. 

Meanwhile Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated. Not only was Taehyung running late, but Jiah was talking his ear off. Though the alcohol calmed him down a little, it also gave him to confidence to finally tell Jiah off for good. 

“Jiminie don’t you remember all the fun trips we took together? Those were so much fun, don’t you miss those days? Remember the ski trip we took? It was so cold! Maybe we can go to Hawaii or something next, I’ve heard is absolutely gorgeous.” she rambled. It kind of amazed Jimin how dense she was. What did he ever even see in her?

“Jiah, I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully. I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you left. I have a wife and a kid on the way and I love them to pieces, ok? They are my world now. There is place left for you in my life, so I kindly suggest you leave when I’m still being nice”  he said, finally facing her. 

Jiah was surprised to say the least. Jimin was never this…rude to her. Even when he broke up with her, he was pretty nice about the whole thing. But this, fueled her anger. She huffed and got up out of her seat. She made it across the bar near the entrance when she saw both you and Taehyung approaching the bar. If she couldn’t have Jimin, then no else could, she thought. 

She quicky made her way back to Jimin, who had her back faced towards her. Taehyung looked around to find Jimin, and his eyes landed on Jiah, who also made eye contact with him. Taehyung was so confused and before he could register what was going on, Jiah turns around Jimin and kisses him. Taehyung lets out a little gasp and you follow his eyes to sight in front of you. There stood Jimin, kissing another woman. 

You let out a little gasp yourself. Your eyes immediately begin to water and your heart breaks all over again. You spent the last couple of days trying to piece it back together, but it was like Jimin came and shattered your heart to even tinier pieces. 

Jiah pulls away, happily and smiles directly at you. Jimin was too shocked to process what even happened. Taehyung had seen enough though. He immediately crosses the bar to confront his friend. You stay by the entrance, not being able to move but you start to sob and people around you were starting to stare. You didn’t even care if people could recognize you at this point.

Jimin wiped away Jiah’s lipstick from his mouth, still finding it hard to believe that she had to audacity to kiss him when he had just told her to get out of his life. “Jiah, what the he-” Jimin started before someone grabbed him by the collar. 

“How fucking dare you” Taehyung all but growls as he lifts Jimin up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. “How could you do that to Y/n?” Taehyung questions still. If people weren’t looking before, they sure as hell were now.

“T-Taehyung-ah” Jimin stutters out. Jimin theoretically didn’t do anything wrong, but his friend didn’t know that. To anybody else, it would just seem like two people sharing a kiss. 

“You said you loved her. How could…how could you be kissing Jiah now?” Taehyung continued, his anger only increasing. During their little encounter, Jiah had also conveniently slipped out but not before giving you one last smirk before exiting the bar. 

Jimin ran his hands through his hair and shook his head, trying not to meet his friends eyes. Why couldn’t he just say that Jiah was the one who forcefully kissed him? While trying to formulate words, Jimin’s eyes landed on you by the entrance. HIs eyes widened in shock. “Y-Y/N” he whispered. 

You finally made eye contact with your husband and your sobs only increased. Jimin tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip, but Taehyung had pulled him right back. 

“No, I think you’ve done enough damage” Taehyung said, firmly gripping onto Jimin. Both Taehyung and Jimin turned to face you and it hurt them both so much to see you in this state. You held one hand over your baby bump and another over your mouth to stifle the sobs. You couldn’t stand there anymore and ran out the bar. 

“No, wait!” Jimin yelled across the bar and tried to break free from Taehyung’s grip once again. “For the love of God, let me go Taehyung!” he yelled back at his friend. “I need to get to her, please. It wasn’t what it looked like” he said, pleading now. Taehyung looked into Jimin’s eyes and knew that he was probably telling you the truth. He hesitantly let him go.

Jimin quickly grabbed his phone and ran out behind you, but only to see you quickly get into a taxi. He ran up to the taxi, but it was too late. You were already driving away. Jimin paced around the street, frantic. Where was his car? He needed to follow you! Taehyung ran out behind him. 

“I don’t think you can drive right now, let me drive you” he said. And before Jimin could answer, Taehyung had already ran to fetch his car. Soon enough, Taehyung pulled up on the street with his car. Jimin quickly jumped in, but your taxi was long gone. The boys decided that you were probably heading home though, so they drove there as fast as they could.


You couldn’t control your sobs in the taxi. Even the driver gave you pitiful looks. “Uh, where to, young miss?” he asked slowly. You gave him the address to your friends house. You called her along the way, but unfortunately she was out of town on a business trip, but she told you where she kept the spare key and told you to stay for as long as you liked. Suji, your friend, knew not to push the matter, especially over the phone. But she still told you to call her once you somewhat calmed down. She knew that Jimin was probably the reason why, but being out of town made Suji feel helpless. What could she even do?

“Y/N, I know you’re really upset right now and we can talk about that later. But sweetheart I need you to take care of yourself, at least for the sake of your baby ok? Please try to calm down a little and call me again once you’ve settled down. Stay as long as you need, ok? I’ll be back in around 3 days” she says. You could only mumble a yes before hanging up. You were thankful for Suji, but you were in no state to be thanking her right now, especially when talking was hard over your sobs.


Jimin kept urging Taehyung to drive faster and as they pulled into the front drive way, Jimin practically jumped out of the car before the car even stopped. Jimin frantically tried to open the door with his keys, but his hands were shaking too much. He just had to see you and explain things to you and make things right. He promised himself that he wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, but this wasn’t something he saw coming. Hell, it wasn’t really even his fault. 

Jimin finally opened the door, but the house was dark and empty. He quickly turned on all the lights and ran around the house, hoping to find you in one of the rooms. Taehyung slowly walked in after, watching as Jimin ran around, yelling out your name. “Jimin, I don’t think she’s here….” Taehyung says, rather silently. Jimin stops in his tracks. 

“Do you just think she hasn’t got here yet?” he asks. But he knew the answer. You weren’t coming home tonight. 


Three days go by and Jimin is desperate at this point. He couldn’t find you and you weren’t answering your phone. Even Taehyung tried to get a hold of you, but failed. He felt like this was partially his fault since he was the one who brought you to the bar in the first place. 

Jimin could function, not when he didn’t know where or how you were. Were you ok? Were you eating? Sleeping? How was the baby? He knew this time was crucial for the baby, and he didn’t even want to imagine anything happening to the baby. 

And what was worse? He couldn’t even tell his parents or yours. Every time they called, he would lie and give them an excuse as per why you couldn’t come to the phone. The guilt was eating him alive, and Jimin was dying to see you, and make sure you were ok. 

Jimin tried to think back to all your friends that you had told him about. But his mind was drawing a blank. Instead, he had his friends look into it the first day you were gone. By the third day though, Taehyung had found the address of your best friend. Taehyung remembers you telling him about her, perhaps even setting up a blind date for the two of them. He had kindly declined at the time. He even ran into her at Jimin’s party. 

Taehyung texted Jimin the address and Jimin rushed out the house the second he saw the text. He knew there was a chance that you wouldn’t be there, but he was willing to try anyone or any place at the moment.


The last three days for you were…terrible. You hadn’t been able to stop crying and you honestly felt numb. You couldn’t eat properly or sleep. You tried, you honestly did. You tried to force down some food for the sake of your baby, but it was just so hard. You were under an immense amount of stress. Suji still wasn’t back from her trip, but she had texted you that she would be back soon.

You woke up that morning and you immediately felt like something was different…something was wrong. You were more dizzy than usualy and there was a dull pain in your stomach. You tried to push the feeling away and thought you were just hungry. So you brushed your teeth and washed your face, hoping you would feel somewhat better, but the dizziness persisted. 

You tried to make your way to the kitchen, but you had to hold on to the sides of the bed or the table to steady yourself. By the time you got to the small living room, that dull pain suddenly felt more sharp and tears started to well up in your eyes. 

You heard a loud knock on the door. You tried your best to walk to the door without stumbling. You prayed to god that it would be Suji, and hopefully she could take care of you because you were honestly about to pass out at any moment. You opened the door and your eyes started to droop, but you could make out the figure in front of you. “J-Jimin” you started. 

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I promise it wasn’t what it looked like, ok? Jiah is the ex I told you abou–” he started, trying to explain things quickly. He was too scared and nervous and he didn’t even seem to realize that state you were in. But before he could get another word out, your interrupted him. You pulled at his shirt.

“J-Jim-Jimin. Hel-help me” you said, before finally passing out and falling into his arms. Jimins eyes widen in shock as he falls to the floor with you in his hands.

“Y/n? Y/N-yah? What’s wrong? Baby? Are you ok?” he asked frantically, tapping on your cheek lightly trying to get you to open your eyes. Jimin’s heart raced a million miles a second, especially when you had no signs of opening your eyes. Thankfully, you were still breathing. But that’s when Jimin saw it. 

That’s when Jimin saw the blood rolling down the sides of your legs


A/N: I’ll end this part here. WHEW talk about angst?! And on that note…happy early thanksgiving! PLEASE tell me what you thought about this part in the comments below or to my inbox. Any feedback is appreciated. I honestly read each and every single comment. Also, I don’t proof read so sorry for all the mistakes. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Devils Little Princess Part 2 (Sweet Pea)

PART TWO IS HERE EVERYBODY. YOU ARE WELCOME, ENJOY!

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It wasnt long until the whole school knew that you wasnt a northsider, but was infact the daughter of the man who started up the one gang no body liked. Veronica didnt judge you too much for it as she knew how it felt to have a dad that didnt have the cleanest record, but she knew her father and his dirty work didnt come close to your father. It did piss you off that Cheryl pretty muched dropped you in it that day, making everyone loose all forms of trust with you, as they didnt know what form of agenda you could have, as for all they know “she could know who the black hood is” which was a pretty pathetic remark. You was literally an outsider, hated by both northsiders and southside serpants, who all probably now knew what was meant by Tall boy calling you the Devils little princess, including sweet pea. You knew he would hate you for even trying to flirt knowing what you was and the thought stung like a bitch.

The sudden overflow of drama for you made you sick, so you decided to stay home. You swtiched off your phone and did nothing but sleep and watch movies the whole day, the normal for any sick kid. You was honestly enjoying the peace until your dad came into your room switching off your TV. You suddenly sat up in your bed, confused and a little flustered as your father never distrubed you in your room. He sat at the end of the bed observing your room running his hand on your velvet pillow.

“You seem pretty sick watching TV sweetie.” He said coldly not even looking up at you.

“Did you not hear me throw up this morning daddy?” you asked knowing full well he didnt “can your little girl not rest?”

He smirked at your sarcasm, scaring you even more. He turned to you, throwing the pillow at you which you instantly caught.

“My little girl can tell me why she was flirting with serpants on Tuesday night.” he replied. You gulped hard at the thought of Tall boy had informing your dad of your encounter. “You know I dont care who you date, but if you’re going to be going around with a serpant, be sure to tell me next time as to protect both of your sorry asses.” he said leaning over kissing your forhead “Oh and do check your phone love, that kid you kind a cutie is making his way to a cell right about now. Southside High just got raided by pigs.”

You quickly switch your phone on to see the continual messages and voicemails from Jughead and Archie:

WHERE ARE YOU SOUTHSIDE HIGH IS ABOUT TO BE RAIDED BY POLICE? ARE YOU THERE. Archie

Y/N??? I need your help, somethings happened and sweet pea and toni have been arrested. Jug

You looked up at your father who was still stood at your doorway smiling too pleasently at you. You got out of bed pulling on a jumper and pumps when your dad threw an envolope on your bed.

“You’re gonna need this.” and with that he was gone.

You ran out your door, jumping into your car driving to the station as soon as you could. You ran to reception cash in hand wanting to see Sweet pea. After trying to describe him to the best of your ability seen as you knew his name wasnt sweet pea the lady finally knew the “very agressive” boy you was talking about. she led you to a room with nothing but a chair, and a phone where you saw him sat on the other side of the glass.

You sat down slowly picking up the phone. You didnt know what the hell to say, as you didnt know if he had heard the news or not. He looked down at the envelope you was holding so tightly and gave you a sick smile

“That money from your ghoulie daddy?” he asked making your stomach turn.

“It’s not like that and you know it.”

“Yet you still tried it didnt you.” He shot back.

You didnt know what to say. You looked up at him with apologetic eyes. It drove you insane that you had met this boy for the first time a few days ago but you couldnt deny the crazy connectioned you had with him. You knew that whatever feeling you had right then he had too as his eyes softened.

“Any friend of FP Jones is a friend of my fathers.” you smiled “He knows who to protect.”

“So it wasnt your dad who got us serpants busted?” He asked making you laugh

“If anything the police was probably meant to round up the ghoulies,” You joked earning a chuckle from sweet “ If you really wanna finish them, you gotta do what they love best.” And with that you told them about how as a kid your dad and FP would drag race in the south side earning territory and how that would be the way to solve the issue they had. 

You rang the buzzer to end your visit, paying for sweet pea, Toni and others who got arrested and walked out of the station with some weight off your shoulder. You took your car keys from your pocket ready to drive home when a firm hand grabbed your hand making you jump.

“Thanks by the way.” Sweet Pea said smiling at you. He had the same look in his eyes that you saw back in the station. You leaned in without a second thought, kissing him softly. You broke the kiss quickly, lingering close to his lips making the corners of his lips curl up. 

“Make sure the plan goes through and you can thank me later.” you replied, getting into your car leaving him with the other serpants. 

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Class Is In

The best part of the day, if El had to pick, was lunch time - well, the best part of the school day, anyway, which technically ended at 3:00.

Lunch was the best part not because they could sit down and eat… and not entirely because it was the time of day they got to take a brief break from their school work… but because it was the one time during the whole day that all of them were together… at one table, with an extra chair pulled up and squeezed in tight, bumping elbows and screaming at each other even though they were separated by mere inches.

“The party has reunited,” Dustin would sometimes say, dramatically, as if prepared to narrate the grand adventure of sitting at a single table with their backpacks piled up in the center. But, it was a lot more than just ‘lunch time’, and it was a lot more than a break to split up the day.

For 30 minutes, they were themselves, without fear or restraint or the need to pretend. It also meant El could see them in a light she rarely was able to before that point in time. She saw them happy – sincerely happy and not just glistening with a brief moment of joy that interfered with the dread of monsters and bad men.

El would smile and chuckle, listening to the five of them banter and occasionally get playfully violent. She was usually quiet - not because she wasn’t invested, quite the contrary, in fact. She just liked to watch and listen, and didn’t have the same experiences to input. They talked about movies they had seen, their experiences in video games, endeavors over the weekend, and, especially…

…what went on during class.

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Panic Cord (Chap.5)

Panic Cord - Reader is a blind person living in New York, when one day she’s saved by a mysterious man with a metal arm who shows her that seeing isn’t always believing. (Catch up on previous chapters here.)

A/N: So this is one of many updates I’m going to be doing before the year ends! I’m trying to update everything before New Years, so this is just one of many you’ll see from now on! This one is major feels, y’all. Things between you and Bucky get hella personal. :’)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader

Warnings: Fluffiest thing I’ve ever wrote. Mentions of deceased family. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.)

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Is anyone out there in internet-land healthy? Like, truly healthy? No mental or physical ailments? A perfectly functioning body and mind?

I am unsure if I know anyone that doesn’t have some health issues. I know a few people who have sporadic illnesses. They get to live most of their lives without too much trouble. I used to be healthy in grade school and most of high school. I got really sick my senior year. I didn’t know it then, but that is when my narcolepsy began. I try to look back on those healthy times and remember what it was like not to be tired. Sadly, I can no longer imagine it. It’s like one of those memories you can almost visualize, but the closer you get, the foggier the image becomes. It’s like your dad saying he likes that movie… “Ya know… with that guy that does the thing. THE MOVIE WITH THE GUY! C’mon, you know the one!” All of my memories of health are exactly like my dad’s movie recollections.

I have no idea what healthy feels like anymore. I wish someone could describe it to me, but I’m not sure it can be expressed in words. What does running full speed feel like? Or trying to jump as high as you can? What about chasing your dog around the yard and actually catching him? (Although Otis is surprisingly quick for a loaf with stumps and Usain Bolt would have trouble catching his wiggly butt.) What does energy feel like? What does waking up refreshed in the morning feel like? What does thinking without brain fog feel like? What about adding two numbers together without a calculator? What does driving feel like? What does meeting a new person in a public setting feel like? Or being nervous talking to a pretty girl you’ve never met? Telling a joke in front of a crowd and getting a laugh? What about taking a group of friends to Denny’s at 2am because it is the only thing open? How does it feel to live? What does a boob feel like? 

I probably shouldn’t have ended on that one. 

Being ill for over 15 years has robbed me of remembering these sensations. I can’t even properly miss them anymore because it feels like they never happened. I know they are all things I’ve done. But if I still have any memory of them, I can only see them like scenes in a movie. The sensation of actually experiencing those things is completely lost. 

A long time ago my fantasy was being a famous comedian with a loving wife, living on a farm where I raised corgis. My best friends and parents would be my neighbors and we’d eat waffles and bacon every morning. Vegan bacon for Katrina. 

Now my only fantasy is just being healthy again. Sometimes I play this cruel game with myself where I think about what I would give to be healthy. A foot? An arm? My hearing? My vision? A boring life where none of my dreams ever come true? 

Sometimes I think about what I would give to be healthy just for one day. And if I was healthy for a day, what I would do with that privilege. 

Most of the time I imagine I would catch the first flight to Florida and spend the day with my best friend, Katrina. She is my favorite person. The most loving platonic relationship I’ve ever had. I haven’t seen her in person for quite a while. We skype every week, but it isn’t the same. If I had one healthy day I would definitely head straight to her. 

In that day, after the world’s longest, squeeziest hug, we would go to Disney World and ride all the rides. See all the attractions. Eat all the junkfood. And as the sun sets, we would rush to the beach so I can see the ocean for the first time. I’d put my arm around her and watch the sun dip beneath the horizon. 

Since Katrina is a lesbian, she knows all the best gay clubs. I know I’m straight, but I’ve been told that gay clubs are far superior to the straight ones. I’d probably have a much better time dancing with all the bears. Bear and bear enthusiasts seem to really love me. They’ve been some of my biggest fans ever since I became popular on tumblr. I sometimes wish I wasn’t so hopelessly straight, because no single group has made me feel as pretty and desired as the bear enthusiasts. I’ve had trouble meeting ladies in my situation but there seem to be a gaggle of gays ready for me if I ever stop being pegged at 0 on the Kinsey Scale. 

I digress. 

As my day of health begins to wear off, I figure I would just snuggle with Katrina and watch episodes of Brooklyn 99 on Netflix. We both really love that show and I can’t imagine a better way to wind down from Disney World, sunsets, and bear dancing. 

I know I’d have to come back to reality, but I feel like with this new experience fresh in my brain, I would be able to refresh my memory on what being healthy is like. I could go back and live in those memories when times are tough. Maybe I could just imagine that day right now. Pretend those are actual memories. Use them as some sort of placebo memories. I don’t know. 

I usually like to wrap up everything I write with a bit of optimism. Sometimes that is harder than it seems. If you are one of those blessed with health and you are wondering what to be thankful for tomorrow, perhaps tell people you are thankful to be illness-free and full of energy. Run really fast and chase a dog. Use your jumping skills to hop a fence. Drive to Denny’s and order mozzarella sticks. If you have a partner, maybe (with consent) squeeze a boob. Report back to me and tell me how it went.  

I will be thankful for Katrina. She is a huge light in my life. Her smile is infectious and whenever I see it I end up smiling as well. She always makes me laugh. We can talk for hours and it’s never enough. We usually have to force each other to end the skype calls and return to our regularly scheduled lives. And even when I am a huge bummer, she still loves me just as much. She accepts me at my happiest and at my bummeriest. So many friends have faded away. Not understanding my illness. Not wanting to put up with the sadness that can surround me at times. In the years that I have known Katrina, our friendship seems to only grow stronger. In sickness and in health less sickness. I can’t imagine my life without her in it. Friendship seems too small a word to describe what we have. (It’s possible we even invented a brand new word to describe our relationship. Which is super corny and mushy and no I will not tell you what it is.) And to all those men out there who think you can’t have a platonic friendship with a woman, you have no idea what you are missing out on. Best “friendzone” ever.    

I am thankful for my friend Ryan. I sometimes go into hermit-mode and may not talk to him as much as I should, but he is always super understanding and doesn’t make me feel guilty for being absent sometimes. He’s always awake at the same weird times I am, and is great to talk to when things are lonely. Our love of technology and scifi has bonded us. He is amazingly generous and my parents love him like another son. He is family as far as I am concerned. I hope that I start feeling better soon so he can visit once again. 

I am thankful for Otis. He was such a serious puppy. I called him my little emo-corg. He was still cute as a button and I loved him to bits, but I was worried my little moody corgi would mope around forever. But eventually his ears perked up and he grew into this wonderful, mischievous, goofy dog. I know I don’t play with him as much since I’ve been in declining health, but he always comes downstairs to check on me. Thankfully my dad is more than happy to throw his fox for him to chase around all day. I can’t prove it, but I sometimes feel like Otis knows what’s going on with my health and does his best to take care of me in his own way. 

And I am super thankful for my parents. They have supported and loved me from day one. They always believed me even when some of the doctors had their doubts. They took me back in when I had to drop out of college. They have never seen me as a burden and they enjoy my company even when I am at my brain foggiest and can’t speak. I’d probably be dead without them and I’m not sure a thousand thank you’s could adequately show my gratitude for that. I love my parents very very much.   

Luka Couffaine

I’m all for Adrien getting jealous of Luka liking Marinette, but that’s highly unlikely. Nath already liked her and he didn’t react very much. Here’s my idea for Troublemaker… (SPOILER ALERT FROM SCRIPT READING)

(cut to the part where Adrien sees his pictures on Marinette’s wall)

Adrien’s dense, but not that dense. He should be able to understand that Marinette is in love with him. Once he does, he realizes that’s why she’s always stammering and blushing around him. 

Mari is trying to get over Adrien because of her embarrassment and look who comes in! When Luka comes, he may have a small crush on Mari, but the main point is that Mari develops a crush on him. 

But she’s not stammering or blushing. 

She’s low-key flirting.

Not Ladynoir level flirting, but enough so you can tell there’s some chemistry going on.

And Adrien is jealous.

Why is she so casual around this crush, when she was so shy around him? Is it because of his father? His reputation? His friendship with Chloe? What is it?

Whatever it is, Adrien needs to get to the bottom of this.

But before he can, AKUMA ALERT! They quickly transform, fight, use their abilities, cleanse, etc. But during the fight, Chat has to save Marinette and Ladybug isn’t there (big surprise). Turns out the Akuma is targeting her… again. After the battle, Chat leaves without another word to visit a certain someone. 

He claims he’s just visiting her to make sure she’s okay, but he’s actually gathering info on her love life. 

(cue balcony scene)

They talk and talk, and that’s when he realizes how easy it is to get lost in her voice. 

Adrien makes it a point to become better friends with Marinette.

The Magic of Mistletoe {Elriel}

Prompt sent in by @queen-archeron: “Okay I’m ready for Christmas fics!!! Elriel after acowar celebrating Christmas and their first kiss is under the mistletoe!!❤️💚”.

First prompt in my long list of Christmas prompts! I hope you all enjoy what’s coming. :) Enjoy! I hope you like it.

Originally posted by xmas-wonderland


 

Elain loved the holidays.

There was something about the season that sent joy flooding through her body, sending her bones vibrating with the excitement of it all.

It typical Elain fashion, she was hosting a party. There weren’t too many of them present, just the inner circle and her closest friends, but that’s just how she liked it.

Plain. Simple. Intimate.

Her eyes kept drifting toward one attendee in particular, and her cheeks heated every time he caught her bashful gaze.

Azriel.

He was sitting with Mor on the couch in front of the fireplace, talking about something that Elain knew was none of her business. So, she stayed in the kitchen, placing baked goods strategically on a red and green striped platter.

“He keeps looking at you.”

Feyre’s voice made her jump, although it was quiet and calm. She hadn’t realized how out of it she was, how captivated by Azriel’s presence she was.

Feyre grinned. “And you keep staring at him.”

Elain just gave her a look, but she couldn’t help but smile as she continued her placing of the goods.

It was true, her and Azriel had become close within recent months. He kept his distance, though. It was just how he was – a gentleman who resembled a fallen angel.

Yet, their daily walks through the garden, their nightly strolls through the starlight, their long talks, their long, comfortable stretches of silence that they spent in the library just sitting together, enjoying each other’s company…..They made her feel safe. Comfortable. Healed. Alive.

“He is lovely, isn’t he?” she asked her sister.

Feyre responded with a gentle smile as she took Elain’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Yes. He is.”

She had never met anyone lovelier, in fact. Who would have guessed that the most wonderful male she would ever meet would be Fae? An Illyrian, no less?

Every thought she ever had growing up, they were all wrong. Everything she had ever been taught about the beasts on the other side of the wall, they were all false. Azriel put every one of them to shame.

They all did. Her friends. Her family.

What she also was now: Fae.

Elain took her platter off the counter and made her way into the living room, where she sat the tin platter gingerly on the coffee table. “Cookies?”

“These are beautiful, Elain,” Mor simled, grabbing one shaped as a Christmas tree and taking a massive bite.

“I agree,” Azriel said, keeping his eyes on hers.

Mor cleared her throat, causing Azriel to shoot her a narrow-eyed glance.

Elain looked back and forth between the two of them, as Azriel asked. “Would you like to take a walk?”

“Of course,” she smiled, as Mor took yet another cookie off the tray.

Good, Elain thought, pleased. Someone is enjoying them!

She lived for people enjoying what she did. She loved it when people ate what she cooked, when people noticed her townhouse had been recently cleaned, when they complimented what she had planted in her garden.

The garden – where she and Azriel were now walking.

Velaris didn’t get snow. The weather was controlled by magic, creating a perfect climate year-round. And as they walked into the garden, the sun sinking behind the horizon, selflessly allowing the moon and the stars to light up the sky, Elain felt nervous.

Azriel was walking closer to her than usual. His hands were hanging limply by his sides, mere inches from Elain’s own.

“Thank you,” Azriel said, randomly.

Elain’s brows scrunched together. “For what?”

“Hosting us. I wouldn’t consider us a tolerable group to entertain.”

Elain chuckled. “I disagree.” They were actually all quite easy to entertain. They seemed to be having a good time, as long as they were all together.

She caught him admiring her newly planted roses, the buds just beginning to bloom. “You have a gift.”

Elain shrugged. “They’re only flowers. Anyone can grow a garden with enough patience, care, and love.”

Azriel shot her a smile. “Those are gifts enough in themselves.” As she was about to tell him she wasn’t all that great, Azriel stopped, underneath the archway that sat in the center of the garden. “Oh, I got you a gift.”

Elain panicked. She hadn’t gotten him anything.

Noticing her expression, Azriel grinned. “Don’t worry. I told everyone not to get me anything for a reason. But, I saw this, and I thought you would enjoy it.”

He handed her a small package of parchment, which she quickly unwrapped.

Inside was a plain necklace, a rose pendant hanging from the chain. It looked inexpensive, but it looked personal.

And Elain loved it.

“Azriel,” she said his name, breathless. “This is beautiful. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, as his cheeks turned a bright shade of red.

But he wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking up.

And when Elain caught sight of what he was staring at, she was afraid her complexion matched his.

She had forgotten she’d put it there: the mistletoe.

She meant it to be decoration, not get caught standing under it with anyone, much less Azriel.

“Um, we don’t have –“ she began, but stopped when he took a step closer.

It’s happening, she thought, and now she knew her face was the shade of a cherry.

He began to lean in, and Elain realized that she had never found Azriel sexy before, until his eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, then back up again, just before he closed them.

Then his lips were pressing against hers, the warmness filling her body – from his mouth alone or the entirety of him, she wasn’t sure.

Elain fell into him, into his kiss, as his wings wrapped gingerly around her body.

She had thought about what it would be like to kiss Azriel before, but she never expected it to feel like that: peaceful yet chaotic, safe yet dangerous, completely and utterly whole.

It felt right.

Elain made a mental note to hang mistletoe in everyone’s houses, in every doorway, in all of Velaris itself.

Because if this was the outcome, she needed a lot more of it.

Ever Since Shanghai

A/N’s: This is the first part of my new Harry Styles mini-series, there will be more parts, hope you guys like it. All the love. xx


Word Count : 1.62 K words

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Masterlist 


Y/N’s POV

“We are here, finally!” Cindy, my best friend, said before stretching her arms.

“Finally,” I sighed happily and tiredly.

“Sarah just texted me, she said she’s here we should go towards the gate now,” Cindy said checking her phone.

“Okay,” I replied then looked around the airport, we are here in Shanghai currently to attend the victoria secret fashion show. Sarah Jones, the drummer of Harry Styles and elder sister of Cindy managed to get us two tickets.

“I’m so excited for the show,” I said after claiming our luggage and making our way towards the gate.

“Yeah I’m glad the exams are over, it sucked the life out of us,” Cindy said happily.

“True, we have a well deserved break before starting uni,” I said contently.

“Let’s make the most of it,” she cheered.

“We will stay till the end of tour with the band so yeah it’ll be fun,” I said.

“Yeah Harry’s tour are so fun to attend, though we only attended two shows.”

“Well now we have 7 shows to attend, it’ll be fun!”

“Uh huh!”

“There’s Sarah! Hi!” I said before we both ran towards her.

“I’m so glad you guys made it here!” Sarah hugged me and Cindy and smiled widely.

“Our pleasure, so sorry couldn’t be here in the beginning you know because of fucking exams,” Cindy said.

“Oh I understand, I’m just happy I’ll get you two for the rest of the tour,” she said.

“Yes!”

“Okay nerds, now c’mon, you must be starving from the flight,” Cindy said before dragging us towards the car waiting outside the airport.

“Yeah flight from London to Shanghai is no joke,” I replied yawning.

“Oh oh turn the radio on,” I said.

“Okay okay,” Sarah turned it on.

Slow Hands started playing.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS OH THIS IS THE BEST,” Cindy shouted, she’s a huge Niall fan.

We all started jamming, I’m sure the driver might think we are all insane. Sarah laughed loudly.

“Man I love this song, I love Niall,” Cindy fangirled.

“Sarah, is Mr. Horan attending any shows?” I asked.

“No I don’t think so, plus if he does and you meet him then pretend me and Cindy are not related, she’ll embarrass herself and I’ll also get embarrassed if he knows we’re sisters,” she shook her head.

“Oh I’m also not related to her either,” I agreed.

“You guys are so mean, oh my god.”

“We love you though,” me and Sarah said in unison.

“Okay kids, we’re here, brace yourself for the best times of your lives, that is seeing me play drums on stage,” she winked.

We giggled, but there’s no denying our girl slays the stage with her drumming skills.

We entered the luxurious hotel, and looked at each other before smiling widely, “we will have a memorable time, I’m so excited.”

Oh it was indeed going to be a memorable trip.

“I love our room Cindy, it’s so big, Sarah went all above and beyond,” I said before seeing the hotel room we will be staying for few days before going to another country.

“Indeed, I’m so proud of my sister, she always dreamed this, you know to be a successful drummer,” she said fondly.

“Remember when we first became best friends and I came to your house to hang out and she tried to teach us to play drums?” I giggled, fondly remembering that day.

“Oh god yes, we were in middle-school back then,” she chuckled. 

“When will she be done by rehearsal?” 

“I think in a couple of hours, she mentioned we all will dine together.”

“Sounds fun, I can’t wait to meet the rest of the band.” I said smiling.

“Styles innit,” she winked.

“Well his songs are cool,” I shrugged.

“I spoke to him once briefly, he’s a gentleman, also he looks so good in pictures and much more good in person, how is this possible?” 

I just chuckled, I never actually met him, Cindy attended few parties and met him, I’m not that big of a fan but the times Cindy made me listen his songs I actually liked them.


Few Hours Later

After freshening up and eating light snacks me and Cindy got dressed up into something comfortable yet fashionable and began watching a random movie that was playing on the tv, waiting for Sarah to come to us.

After half an hour later, Sarah arrived, she looked really tired.

“Just took a shower and quickly got dressed before coming here, it was such an exhausting day, it was worth it though,” she said.

“Are you excited for tomorrow’s show?” I asked smiling.

“Absolutely, now let’s go, we’re going to a restaurant Mitch found for dinner, sounds good?”

“Yes, I miss Mitch, how are you two with all this lovey-dovey process?” Cindy wiggled her eyebrow.

“Uh, I’m not discussing my love-life with my two little sisters, but he’s very nice,” Sarah said blushing slightly.

“Aww, look at her blush,” I teased.

“Shut up you two and follow me,” she said.

We saw three cars waiting for us outside.

“Where’s others?” Cindy asked.

“They’ll join us in a bit,now c’mon get in the car,” Sarah said.

“Hey ladies, how are you two?” Mitch said before engulfing me and Cindy into a welcoming hug.

“Mitch! Hi! We missed you,” me and Cindy replied enthusiastically.

“I missed you guys too,” he replied flashing a smile.

“C’mon let’s go I’m starving!” Sarah whined.

“Relax woman, we’re going,” he said giving Sarah a peck.

.

We are now at the restaurant right now, and the place looks beautiful, it is a rooftop restaurant and the weather was a bit windy so it felt really nice. There was even a bar setup where we can order drinks.

The table that we sat on was huge, there were all band members of C.H.A.S.M, me, Cindy, Jeff, Glenne, Lou and another guy  that looked around our age but I didn’t know his name.

I looked over at Harry and I couldn’t help but stare at him, he’s absolutely gorgeous, the way he smiles is indescribable. I noticed how he’s the center of attention always cracking a joke and talking about everything stuffs other than work. Now I know why Cindy is so mad over him along his other 1D band members, especially Niall.

I heard Sarah say, Harry rented the entire rooftop so they could have some privacy and enjoy the meal. 

The dinner was absolutely delicious and I was so full. Cindy and the boy our age whose name I learnt was Max seemed to be engrossed in conversation. I saw almost everyone was busy talking among themselves.

“I’ll be back, just want to see the view,” I said to Cindy pointing towards the railing where we can see the view.

“Sure babe, I’ll join you in a bit maybe?” She replied.

I nodded.

I walked towards the bar section and ordered a sprite. I then proceeded towards the railing of the rooftop and observed the view below. It was a busy city and all the lights and everything made it seem so wonderful.

“Hi,” I heard a voice from behind.

I turned around to see it was none other than Harry, I was a bit taken aback, “Hello,” I replied politely.

“We haven’t met properly, you’re Sarah’s sister’s best friend?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,” I said offering my hand to shake.

“And I’m Harry,” he said smiling, shaking my hand.

“It’s a beautiful view from here wow,” he said before standing beside me.

“Indeed,” I replied sipping my sprite, “are you excited for the show tomorrow?”

“I am, a bit nervous if I must add.” He said sipping his own beverage.

“Don’t be, you’re amazing on stage, I’ve been to two of your shows and it was such a great experience,” I said smiling encouragingly.

“Really?” He asked grinning.

“Yup,” 

“Thanks, I appreciate that. Uh you a fan then?” 

“Well Cindy is. Me? Not really.” I said.

“Ouch that hurt,” he said in mock offence.

“But I liked your album, I mainly came for Sarah but you were so good,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said chuckling.

We talked for two more hours, starting from where we live and which show is our favourite to what type of ice-cream flavor we prefer.

“Guys we gotta head towards the hotel, got a big day ahead,” Jeff said loudly catching everyone’s attention, at this point everyone was scattered around different places talking among themselves.

“It was nice meeting you Harry, goodnight,” I said before hugging him.

“Likewise, um-Y/N -um see you again then, yeah,” he said smiling.

.

.

Since the moment we arrived at the hotel, Cindy couldn’t stop talking about Max and how amazing he was. 

“He also plays violin, I mean that’s so hot,” she gushed.

“Who is he related to?” I asked.

“He’s Jeff’s cousin, he also finished his exams recently so Jeff and Glenne asked him to tag along,” he explained.

“Oh,” I said.

“I saw you talking with Harry, oh my goodness how did you even manage to speak in front of such a perfect human being for so long?” She started asking loudly.

“First of all speak gently, second of all he’s a real gentleman and it didn’t seem like he’s some celebrity he was so down to earth and I enjoyed talking to him.”

“I always knew he’s a gentleman, oh tell me something I don’t already know,” she began singing the last part.

I just rolled my eyes, “Go to sleep kid, I’m so tired, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, can’t wait for the show and meet Max,” she said before turning off the lamp placed on top of the hotel’s nightstand.

frangipanidownunder  asked:

How about a short fluff prompt to get the muse working: Mulder giving Scully a foot massage after she wore her high heels to chase a monster.

Ha, thank you! Though it’s not the lack of prompts that stifles me. It’s just plain old me. However, I decided I’m tired enough to not think and just write. This word vomit is the result. 

Every step Scully takes is accompanied by a groan. At first Mulder thinks it is an isolated incident; just a noise. They are, after all, not the youngest anymore and little aches and pains are common – he knows all too well. Of course Scully likes to remind him that she is in fact three years his junior, in excellent health and form. Yeah, right. Another step, another groan and Mulder wonders if she’s trying to tell him something, somehow with these primal noises.

“Are we there yet?” A groan with words is new. Mulder, not in the mood to voice his own exhaustion, shakes his head.

“Where is the car, Mulder?”

“Right where we left it.” He grumbles picking up the pace. It’s unfair, he knows it, but part of him wants to hear Scully and pant and groan in shorter intervals. If Scully knew, or even guessed at his thoughts, she’d kick his ass, pain or not, and kick it good.

“Mulder, can we just…” She trails off but Mulder doesn’t stop walking as he doesn’t expect her to do it either. What does she want anyway? This is their job. Again. Just because they’re in their 50s now doesn’t mean anything has changed. Except that sometimes the criminals are faster. So much faster. If it hadn’t been for the young police officer coming to help them…

“Can’t be that far, Scully. I think-” It’s then that he notices the absence of her footsteps, of her groans; of her. He stops, his eyes searching in confusion, until he sees her in the distance sitting on a log, holding one of her feet. “What happened?” He asks once he reaches her.

“Do you know what it’s like to chase monsters in the forest, Mulder, when you’re wearing high heels?”

“Uhm…” It wasn’t even a monster, he almost reminds her; just a messed up kid.

“Exactly. My feet hurt and I need a break. I’m not…” She trails off again as she massages her foot. 

“Not young anymore?” Mulder offers and her head shoots up like a rocket, her eyes shooting daggers. 

“Not used to it anymore.” After two decades together Mulder knows this look she’s giving him. Dutifully, he sits down next to her and motions for her to give him her feet. She slips out of her second high heel and it falls to the muddy ground as she puts her feet into Mulder’s lap.

“You’re so good at this.” Scully moans and Mulder decides he likes this noise much, much more than her earlier groans. They used to do this all the time back in the day. Back when they were still more than whatever they are now. Never in a forest, though. A smile creeps up on him; there’s a first time for everything, even now.

“You could stop wearing high heels, you know.”

“And get a stiff neck looking up at you? No, thank you. I just need to get used to it again.” He nods in understanding and they fall quiet with only the gentle sounds and rhythms of the forest surrounding them. Scully’s eyes drift close and he knows what that means, too. 

“Hey,” he says, tickling her, “we need to get to the car. Get back to the hotel, write the report.” To his greatest joy, Scully pouts; even if she won’t admit it now, she loves when he massages her feet. Or at least she used to. 

“I know.” She says, misery in her voice.

“I have an idea.” Mulder lets go of her feet and helps her get back into her shoes. There’s that groan again and Mulder chuckles.

“It’s not funny.” She tells him and he almost leans forward to kiss her. They’re almost there, he thinks, but not quite yet. And not here. Instead, he offers her his hand, pulls her up into a standing position. 

“Get on my back.” He tells her.

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. I’ll carry you.” He crouches down so that she can hop on. “Scully, come on. My joints don’t appreciate this position.”

“Then get up. You’re not giving me a piggy-back ride!”

“Scully,” he turns to her, “I will carry you to the car one way or another. Either you hop on or I’ll think of something else.” She thinks about it for a moment, must realize that he’s serious, and finally gives in with a sigh.

“See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Scully, despite her tiny form, feels heavy on his back and he swallows his own groan. Tomorrow, he thinks as he puts on foot in front of the other, she’ll have to give him a back massage in return. He can’t wait.

all alright

summary: you and steve have been friends for a while. after the party at tina’s , you’re worried that the veil of friendship might not be so strong, after all

pairing: steve x reader (fluff + a lil bit of angst)

word count: 1k

A/N: hello kids! this is my first fic ever and im super nervous abt it! let me know what u think! also this goes out to @sanjariti bc steve is our boy 


You looked up at the front of the house with wary eyes, then back down to the smashed party goers who were milling about the lawn. There were definitely at least three people passed out in the bushes, and you had a second thought to just turn tail and get out of there.

However, you reasoned with the situation. This could be your token party for the rest of the year. You could use it as an excuse the next time Harrington was slumped against your locker practically begging for you to make an appearance.

Okay, so he didn’t really beg but, he would ferociously bother you until you gave in.

You liked Harrington, you did. You became friends over a shared hatred of Math in the eighth grade and tried to stay friends throughout highschool. But, things lead to other things. He was busy with swim and basketball, and his shitty friends that you really didn’t care for. And you had your job at the diner, and the extracurriculars that you had hoped would get you into a decent college.

Then came Nancy. You loved Nancy. She was everything that you secretly wished you could be. She was so sweet and so good for Steve. Also, she absolutely floored you with her style.

Steve had been practically in love with Nancy since sophomore year, a fact that he told you at least three times a week. And you were so happy that he finally was able to date the girl of his dreams. But sometimes you wished that was your hand he held, that he looked at you with stars in his eyes.

You sighed, suddenly overly conscious about the last minute cat ears situated on your head and the lowcut bodysuit that really didn’t hide much. Out front the new kid -Benny? - was shirtless, chugging out of a keg, with fans already cheering him on.

.

Sure, this would be fun.

Pushing into the throng of people, you search desperately for someone - anyone - that you knew. After a few minutes, you decide to wander into the kitchen, where you finally spy Nancy in a white top - or what looked to be a white top. The front was now a deep red, almost as red as her face.

“Woah there champ, let’s get you home, okay?” Consoling her was fine, but you needed to find someone who knew where she lived. You and her had only spoken a couple of times, but you couldn’t just leave her there.

Making sure she was awake and drinking water, you push through the crowd, searching for Steve or - boom! There was that kid Jonathan that she always hung out with, who coincidentally, also looked like he was looking for Nancy. You point toward the kitchen, encouraging him to take her home.

Jonathan walks to the kitchen and you’re relieved that she’d be getting home with someone she knew. After that, you maneuver out the back door, wanting to be anywhere but that crowded room. Hopping down to the back porch, you see the back of a familiar head of floppy hair.

Instinctively, your heart skips a beat. You tell yourself it’s nothing, act casual. Pulling your jacket closer, you take a seat next to him. He’s smoking, which you’ve never seen before. He makes a surprised noise at your appearance, but doesn’t take his eyes off his shoes.

“Yanno, that stuff will kill ya.” You chide, nudging him with a forced smile. Steve snorts, flicking the ash off and snuffing it with his boot.

He takes a hit, then hands it to you. “Didn’t think you liked parties that much.”

You take it, holding it before taking a drag, too. “I don’t, not usually. But what about you? Why aren’t ya in there with Na-”

Steve cuts you off, holding out a hand, “I’ll stop ya there.” You raise your eyebrows, glancing at how his sunglasses are slipping on his nose, and the way his lips form into a grim line. SIghing, you stand up, holding out your hand.

He had been your friend for almost five years, you couldn’t leave him to sulk on the footsteps of a party by himself. “Come on, Harrington. It’s weird not seeing you smile.”

You wonder what had happened, you figure it was something with Nancy. Putting the red shirt together and the streaks of tears on both of their faces, it wasn’t hard to figure out. But now wasn’t the time to ask. Not when you can see how red his eyes are - whether they’re red from the drug or crying you’re not sure.

You can tell he’s debating whether or not to grab your hand, because Steve was strong. He didn’t need pity. But, he needs something right now. RIght now he needs some reassurance that someone wants to be around him. He takes your hand, pulling himself up on wobbly legs.

“There we go. Look at you! You look like a fuckin tool. But, I kinda dig it.” You laugh, gesturing to his costume.

Steve scoffs good naturedly, brushing off his shoulders. He was honestly, the biggest dork you had ever seen. You two begin walking toward the street, your hands shoved in your pockets.

“What do you mean? I was the coolest guy in there!” Steve exclaims, to your amusement.

You glance up at him, squinting your eyes. “Oh yeah, for sure! Because all the cool guys wear their sunglasses at night!”

Shaking his head, Steve looks at you for a second too long to be constituted as just friends. Coughing, you break the eye contact.

Deciding on some middle ground, you stick out your hand again. Steve takes it, giving it a squeeze for good measure. You feel something change in your friendship at that moment. But it was good, for now. The buzz off the night’s delinquencies might have been dying down, but the feeling of Steve’s skin was electric.

“Come on Steve. Let’s walk home.”

Stroke of Luck- Epilogue

Word count: 3500-ish

Warnings: Fluff <3

Series Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.

A/N: The epilogue is here!! I REALLY hope you guys like it as much as I do <3

This wouldn’t have been possible without the lovely @sdavid09. Thank you for betaing the series. I love you, Shanna! <3

Stunning aesthetic by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Thank you so much, Kari! This is more than what I deserve <3

Feedback is really REALLY appreciated!

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You knew it was a bad idea. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted Castiel with this the moment you saw him standing there.

You sighed.

“Oh my God, Cas,” you whined, “That is not what I told you to do!”

“But they look so beautiful,” he smiled, and all your annoyance melted away. How could you be angry with him? How could anyone?

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Celebrity Crush Part 2 (Finn Wolfhard Imagine)

Hey everyone! so a lovely anonymous requested a part 2 for celebrity crush and I really liked the idea so here it is :) thank you for the request! I hope you all like it x

if you haven’t read part 1 yet here it is ;)

It’s been 4 months since Y/N and Finn started talking, and he couldn’t be more grateful for his big mouth for spilling out how he feels about her in that interview. Those 4 months have been the best of his life. He got along so well with Y/N. He loves talking to her so much that it’s literally the only motivation he needs to get out of his bed in the morning, and he could tell she feels the same way. He thought that maybe she wasn’t obsessed with him as he is with her, but little did he know that talking with him was always the highlight of her day.

Finn: Good morning x

Y/N: Morning Finn! x What are you up to?

Finn: we’re on our way to an interview, you?

Y/N: Same, good luck! x

Finn: You too babe, talk to you later

“Are you texting Y/N?” Gaten asked while leaning on Finn a little to take a glimpse at his phone.

“Obviously he’s texting her. I can see this huge smile of his clearly from the rear-view mirror,” Caleb said from the passenger seat.

“Shut up” Finn rolled his eyes, but he still couldn’t hide the smile plastered on his face just because of having this small conversation with Y/N.

The boys were currently on their way to another interview with James Corden, this time to talk about the success of Stranger Things season 2 and what to expect on season 3.

-

“Welcome boys! It’s really great to see you all again,” James greeted.

James asked them a couple of questions about the show, but obviously there was no way he was going to let what happened at the last interview slip by, especially after the internet basically blew up from Y/N’s tweets, and when everyone found out that Finn and Y/N started texting each other because of exactly that.

“So Finn, last time you were here we talked about about your little crush on Y/N Y/L/N, and now I heard you guys are talking non-stop am I correct?” James smirked. Finn immediately smiled at the mention of her name, and he may or may not blushed a little too.

“Yeah we are. I guess embarrassing myself in front of everyone last time paid off after all,” Finn chuckled, and earned a laugh from the audience too. “But yeah she’s a lovely person and I definitely love talking with her.”  

“Have you two met in person yet?” James asked.

“No, sadly, we both have a very busy schedule so it’s really hard to find a time for one of us to fly to the other,” Finn and Y/N have been trying forever to meet each other, but with Finn’s interviews, photoshoots, and band, and Y/N’s endless schedule of promoting the new season of her show, it was basically impossible to find a time they were both free on. It made Finn kind of frustrated and upset, but he was still happy that he gets to talk with her, even if it’s not face to face.

“Hmm that’s weird. I actually had a chat with her a couple of days ago, and it turns out she was free today. So I thought we should all catch up a little, you know?” James said casually, waiting to see Finn’s reaction.

“Wait what?” Finn freaked out. His eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head any second now. He frantically looked left and right, trying to catch sight of the only person he wished he could be with right now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N!” The audience broke into applause and loud cheers. And there she was. Y/N finally entered the set, waving at the audience.

Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. She’s here. She’s really here. He never thought that she could be anymore beautiful in person. In his eyes, she looked perfect in all her pictures, but somehow she looked much more mesmerizing in real life, and he couldn’t understand how that is even possible.

It took him a few moments to take in what just happened and finally react, but once he did, he ran over to her and pulled her in a tight hug. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, and his were around her waist. He buried his face into her neck, talking in her sweet smell. He honestly doesn’t know how long they have been in each other’s embrace, but he assumed it was pretty long since he heard Noah slightly clear his throat. 

They finally broke apart, then Finn took her hand in his, leading her to the seat next to his.

-

The interview was over, and the boys went back to their hotel rooms along with Y/N. Part of the surprise was that Y/N booked a hotel room next to the boys’ for the night, and Finn couldn’t be happier. Of course he was upset that his time was Y/N is very limited, and this may be the last time he sees her for a long time, but he was determined that he wouldn’t think about it at all, and that he was going to make every second left with her worth it.

Right now the two were watching a movie together. It was one that Finn has never seen before, but he wasn’t really that interested in it. His whole attention was on her. He tried to be sneaky about glancing at her every couple of minutes, but obviously he failed. He didn’t really care if she noticed, because honestly, he would rather watch her laugh at a funny scene here and there, than watch the movie itself.

“Obviously you don’t like the movie that much,” Y/N said without taking her eyes off the screen, but just as she finished the sentence she turned to Finn with a smirk on her pink lips.

“No no, it’s not that- sorry,” Finn blushed, turning his attention back to the movie.

“Don’t apologize, I honestly would rather talk with you,” Y/N shyly smiled, then turned off the TV, and Finn could swear his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

They decided to spend the rest of their night in the balcony of Y/N’s hotel room, talking about anything and everything. Most of the time Finn was cracking jokes just to hear Y/N laugh. He loved how he was the reason she was happy even it was for a couple of seconds.

Man I’m screwed. He thought.

In the past few months his infatuation with Y/N grew even more and more. They flirted a lot, so he was almost sure that she liked him back, but for some reason he was never able to make a move, and it was really frustrating him. There was always that voice at the back of his mind telling him that she probably doesn’t like him that way, but that was certainly far from the truth.

How could he be so oblivious? She thought.

The girl couldn’t be anymore into him. Hell, Finn not making making a move yet frustrated her even more than it ever did him. She thought she couldn’t be more obvious about how much she liked the curly-haired boy.

Y/N was telling Finn about funny stories from filming her show, but as much as he loved hearing her babble on adorably about the things she love, he couldn’t even hear a single word of what she was saying. All he could focus on was how her lips moved with every word she said.

“Finn?” Hearing his name pulled him out of his daydream, “Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, her voice full of concern.

Finn faintly smiled, then pulled her into him by her waist, until his chest was against hers. He slowly leaned into her, and finally connected their lips together. It didn’t take Y/N long to realise what was happening and wrap her arms around Finn’s neck tightly, trying to pull him even closer. One of his hands was now caressing her cheek, while the other stayed on her waist, trying to close any distance between them. They slowly broke the kiss, with a smile on their faces. Finn softly kissed her forehead, then pulled her in his embrace.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.”

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Originally posted by perfectfeelings

A/N: I tired a little something different with this one. I hope you enjoy!! and @petersjacket I really hope this helps a bit 💛💛

Word Count: 1533 total

Pairing: Sam Holland x Reader

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You know I’d fall apart without you / I don’t know how you do what you do / ‘Cause everything that don’t make sense about me / Makes sense when I’m with you

“UGH! I missed it again!” Sam half yelled, sitting at the piano bench.

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Slightly Warm [ll]

Pairing; Chanyeol x Reader

Word count; 1127

Genre; Fluff, Smut in future chapters, University Au, Dad!Chanyeol Au, CEO!Chanyeol, Age Gap

Part One


“Wait, so you’re going to be looking after some kid that you’ve never met before- and more worryingly you’ve never met the kid’s father? Y/N please don’t tell me you’re going through with this! You’re not this insane are you?” Minji walked into the living room with a bottle of rose wine and two glasses, placing them both on coasters on the coffee table- and proceeded to fill the glasses halfway. “I mean, yes- kind of. You should have seen the kid, he’s the cutest. And it will give me some time away from the cafe, whenever he needs me. I know it sounds dumb but my boss knows the guy, I trust my boss- I know he would never put me in any danger.” You took a sip of your wine, watching Minji judge you. “Do you know the guy’s name?” You then returned the judgmental look. “Of course, his name is Park Chanyeol.” She then pulled another face telling you to continue your sentence, you shrugged. “Is that really all you know about this guy?” You nodded, she shook her head. “I know what we could do,” You looked at your friend “we can google him.” Your eyes widened. “I don’t think we should do that, I don’t feel comfortable snooping on my boss’s friend.” 

As you were telling Minji how uncomfortable you felt with the whole idea, her fingers were already typing away. “Park…Chanyeol…Omo!” Minji moved her phone closer to her face. Scrolling, reading, scrolling, then reading again. “Minji, what is it? He’s not some killer is his?” She shook her head and shushed, you sat there is silence for a solid minute before she removed the phone from her face, revealing her smile. If Minji could read the look on your face, she would know that you were petrified. “Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, he’s a genuinely nice and attractive guy.” You snatched her phone and opened the article she had closed. ‘Park Chanyeol, ex-boy group member- now CEO of his own company, HD Entertainment.’ You started at Minij in disbelief, you weren’t sure why you were shocked- you just were. “Looks like looking after his kid is going to be a little more pressure than you thought.” She smirked at you. “Not at all. Looking after Hyun will be easy, after all, he’s just a kid, a normal 4-year-old kid.” Minji laughed. “A normal kid, with a very very rich daddy.” She stood up from the couch and took the half-empty wine bottle and glasses out into the kitchen, winking at you as she left you to sit there to absorb this information.Your mouth opened in disbelief in what she had said. You closed your eyes and shook your head at her and chuckled.


You walked into your bathroom and began to run the sink tap. You had grabbed a hair tie that you kept wrapped around the facet of the sink and tied your hair. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, put some music on- placing it on the shelf just above the sink, positioning it so that you could see the running time of the song. You splashed your face with the not so hot water, then took your facial wash from the side of the bath and put a generous amount in the palm of your hand, rubbing the two together lathering it up- then rubbing the lemon-scented soap into your skin. Getting your fingertips into the sides of your nose, discarding the make up you had worn throughout the day.Once clean the remnants of the day off your face, you walked into your bedroom- thank yourself for cleaning it the previous day. You pulled out a white oversized t-shirt along with a pair of short black shorts, once dressed you pulled back the covers of your bed and set yourself down- bring your laptop from under the bed onto your lap. You opened up your laptop along with a browser, and clicked on the Netflix icon you bookmarked- once you had decided that you wanted to catch up with ‘Knowing Bros’, your phone lit up.  


[22:43] Unknown:

“Hey Y/N, sorry for contacting you so late, it’s Chanyeol- I just wanted to message you just so you could save my number, just so when I phone you’d answer. Thank you for agreeing to look after Hyun, he mentioned you when we got home- asking if we could go back there, to the cafe, to see you. Once I had told him that he might be seeing you soon, he got very happy and went straight to bed, without any fuss. I think that when you look after him you won’t have a problem. I hope you’re resting well and have a great day at university. :) - Park Chanyeol”


[22:45] Y/N:
“Hi, not a problem. Of course, it’s my pleasure, I had fun serving you both today- you and Hyun were probably the main reason why I managed to get through my last hour so easily. Really? Did he speak about me? That’s made me all the more excited to see him. Thank you, but I’m not at uni tomorrow- my professor has given the whole class a few days to write our reports. But I’ll be sure to rest well.”


You plugged your phone in and placed it on the bedside table, sinking deeper into your bed. Bringing your laptop closer to your chest, when your phone lit up again.


[23:06] Chanyeol:
“I know this is very last minute, but if you’ve got an hour free tomorrow- would you be willing to meet both Hyun and I for some coffee, it would give us a little time to got over when you’re available? That’s if you’re okay.”


[23:10] Y/N:
“No, of course, that sounds great, I’m free from midday onwards.”


[23:15] Chanyeol:
“Why don’t I pick you up at 1:30 pm outside of your place? Just text me your address and I’ll be there. Sleep well.”


You typed in your address and sent it to him, placed your phone back on the bedside table- making sure that you had set alarms preparing yourself for your busy morning and afternoon. Soon after you settled down, you resited what he last said. ‘Sleep well’ you smiled like an idiot- burying yourself in your pillow. Settling down further into your bed, thoughts about how your afternoon would go with both Chanyeol and Hyun, you started to drift off- not getting the chance to catch to watch what you had put on.


Thank you so much for all your support on part one, it honestly means a lot to me- as it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. You guys are pretty cool. I think I’ll post chapters whenever I feel the need to, having a set time and date gives me anxiety lol. So please just bare with. If there is anything you would like to request, I’d be happy to go through with it. But overall thank you so much for all the love and support! - Admin Kiwi

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au: vampire, 1920s

t/w: cursing, yelling, angst

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part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six


“You used to be such a brat before you know.” Thomas carried you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You clung to him desperately, ducked your head down. He held you upright, holding you close. “Always talking back. Always trying to run away.” He tossed you down onto the bed and quickly crawled on top of you. “Now you’re begging to be touched.” He grinned. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathed out.

He chuckled, stroked your cheek. “Think I should punish you for all the times you’ve disrespected me. For all the times when you were an ungrateful little bitch.” He lifted your chin up. Your eyes watered as he looked at you.

“Laf and I do everything for you.” He tore your clothes next, ripping them without much trouble. You whimpered as the fabric tore with ease. You were in only your undergarments—a soft ivory chemise. He came in between your legs, dragged his nail across your cheek. You cried out but Thomas only dug in deeper.

“Things could have been so much easier, darlin’. All you had to do was submit.” He watched as blood spilled out from your cheek. He kissed your neck, hummed nonchalantly. “But now you’re ready. Now you’re mine.

You woke up in the familiar little bed. It brought you no comfort.

Last night felt like a bad dream. Waking up now, you realized you were still here. You were still living with Laf and Thomas.

What would you do now? What could you do?

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The Darling Buds of May

Summary: Royal AU. King Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård the III has been in love with you his whole life, but can’t marry you because of a peace treaty. He tries to hold his tongue as you enter an abusive, loveless marriage. One night, however, he can no longer stand idly by.  

Words: 3132

Paring: King! Bill x Reader

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING. There are mentions of abuse in this. There are no scenes of direct abuse, but it’s very much present in this. Please do not read if you are triggered by mentions of domestic abuse. Violence, mentions of blood and injuries. SMUT. Do NOT read if you are under 18. Unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex. Name calling. Verbal abuse. Asshole husband of Reader. Death. Yucky blood. Alcoholism. Belittling of women. Some men are so gross. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. 

So @supersoldierslover and I saw that super sexy picture of Bill as King Phillip. Taw came up with the entire plot and I decided to write it. This is dedicated to her and her awesomeness. I seriously owe her so much. I would not be writing again if it wasn’t for her. This is a little harsher than most of my stuff but still very fluffy with a happy ending. 

Picture credit: @pennyismymanny thank you for sharing this with us! 

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Romione: a seven-year retrospective

I thought I’d do a retrospective of Ron and Hermione throughout each of the book series, and to chart how their relationship dynamic was changing. Warning- this is a very long post. 

First year-

Ron and Hermione meet on the Hogwarts Express at the start of first year. They don’t really get along, as their personalities and attitudes are so different. This isn’t improved by the fact that Hermione can be a bit of a know-it-all and Ron has a habit of slacking off his studies if he gets bored.

They don’t really become friends until after the Troll incident at Halloween. Their relationship improves a lot after this, although they still bicker a lot. By the end of the year, they clearly value each-other a lot, because Ron sacrifices himself for her and Harry in McGonagall’s giant chess-game; and Hermione is terrified for him when he gets knocked out cold.

Second Year-

Ron and Hermione write to each other most of the summer, and meet up in Diagon Alley. They are clearly firm friends by this point, and care about each other. Ron ends up vomiting up slugs when he gets angry at Draco Malfoy for calling Hermione the ‘m-b’ word.

On a side note, Ron is visibly annoyed by Hermione’s obvious crush on Gilderoy Lockhart (accusations that Hermione always avoided responding to), and is rather affronted when he suspects that Hermione was one of the forty-six people who send Lockhart a valentine’s card (when he asks her this, she becomes very interested in searching her bag for her timetable and doesn’t answer)

Ron is also really upset when Hermione is petrified by the Basilisk (possibly even more than Harry was), and is determined to solve the mystery of the chamber of secrets. When Dumbledore mentions that the mandrake potion was ready to be administered, Ron’s first thought was that Hermione would be okay.

In the film adaptation, there is a bit where Harry and Hermione happily hug at the end after she gets unpetrified (because they see each-other like brother and sister rather than anything else), but Ron and Hermione instead shake hands, after Ron gets all awkward. His later line that ‘they couldn’t have done it without her’ has an obvious ‘I probably fancy her’ feeling to it. It’s adorable to watch, and it was a nice addition of the films. This is before the films went full on Harmony (Harry x Hermione) shipping.

Third Year-

Ron and Hermione again talk to each other throughout the summer, and meet up in Diagon Alley. This is a bit of fractured year in terms of their friendship. They bicker a lot more than the previous year, and end up not talking to each-other over the ‘Crookshanks and Scabbers’ debacle. Harry stops speaking to Hermione as well, but the main fracture seems to be between Ron and Hermione. When they eventually do reconcile, Hermione bursts into tears and hugs Ron tightly. Ron is slightly terrified and is relieved when she lets go.  

In the spaces in-between their bickering, though, they actually spend a lot of time together. Because Harry couldn’t get his Hogsmeade visit permission form signed by Uncle Vernon, Ron and Hermione spent their first few visits in Hogsmeade as a duo. We only find out what they got up to when they tell Harry, but it does bare repeating that they do spent a lot of time without Harry around in their third year.

Ron also defends Hermione from Snape when he called her ‘an insufferable know-it-all’. But the movies lovingly replaced that with Ron pointing out that ‘he’s right you know’. Curse you, Steve Kloves…

Fourth Year-

This is the year where things really start to get complicated between Ron and Hermione. At the start of the year, there isn’t much of a change- they talk over the holidays, and Hermione stays over at Ron’s house before they all go to the Quidditch World Cup.

This is also when the gender difference between the two starts to come into effect. Ron (and Harry) are both briefly put under the spell of the Veela, which Hermione is not very impressed by. She also gets irritated when Ron gets caught up again by a Veela later on, and Ron has to be pulled away by her and Harry. During this part of the series, Hermione’s unofficial catchphrases become ‘boys’ and ‘honestly’.

Hermione gets very rattled when Ron gets momentarily dumbstruck by Fleur Delacour. She also isn’t very impressed by his and Harry’s brief conversation about girls in which Ron muttered the unintentionally hurtful phrase ‘they don’t make them like that at Hogwarts’, which is a) quite sexist b) rude to Hermione and c) means that Ron doesn’t really see Hermione as a girl at this point.

Hermione gets very upset by Ron’s attitude in the run-up to the Yule Ball and his wanting to go with a girl for no other reason except her appearance. Ron does finally realise that Ron is a girl, which she isn’t very impressed by, as Viktor Krum had already asked her to the Yule Ball at this point. Her remark that ‘just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!’ displays Hermione’s hurt feelings and confusion over her relationship to Ron.

Hermione goes to the Yule Ball with Krum, and Ron goes with Padma Patil. Hermione has more-or-less a nice time throughout most of the ball, but Ron spends most of the Ball glaring over at Hermione and Krum. He doesn’t ask Padma Patil to dance at all, and she soon leaves to dance with someone else.

Hermione and Ron then have a falling out towards the end of the Ball over Hermione going with Krum. They also have a shouting match later in the Gryffindor Common Room, ending with Hermione yelling at Ron that ‘next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!’ and then leaving for her dormitory. Ron is visibly shocked by this. The next morning, the two are very cordial to each other- something that has caused many Potterheads to wonder whether the two of them had another talk sometime after their shouting match. I’m on-the-fence about the idea, but I can understand that it is a bit odd that they would suddenly become cordial with each-other after an extensive argument the previous night.

At the end of the second Tri-Wizard Task, Ron is kissed on the cheek by Fleur Delacour as thanks for helping rescue her sister (Ron conveniently forgetting to mention to her that he was unconscious during the entire rescue). Harry then informs us that Hermione looked furious at this, implying that (read ‘stating the obvious’) she feels jealousy when Ron is kissed by another girl.

Later on, Rita Skeeter publishes an article that implies that Harry and Hermione are dating (Hermione having mixed love potions), and that Viktor Krum asked Hermione to visit him over the summer. Ron seems very concerned as to whether she had in fact mixed love potions, and then gets very visibly freaked out when he finds out that Viktor Krum had asked Hermione to visit him. Ron drops what he is holding when he hears this, and can’t concentrate on anything else. Hermione can’t meet Ron’s eyes when she’s telling him and Harry this, and goes very red.

At the end of the year, before she leaves Hogwarts, Fleur Delacour smiles at Ron after he says that her English is very good. Hermione scowls when he does. Shortly afterwards, Krum asks Hermione if he can have a private chat with Hermione. Ron is visibly rattled by this, and tries to guess from Hermione’s facial expression as to what they were talking about. Hermione face is impassive, which implies that she declined Viktor Krum’s offer to visit him in the summer.

Fifth Year-

Hermione and Ron are on better terms this year than the previous year. Ron’s a little less immature, and their relationship was stabilised a bit.

Ron and Hermione spent most of the summer at Grimmauld Place decontaminating the house. Presumably they hung around each-other every day.

Ron gets very defiant when Hermione can’t quite believe that he was made prefect. She also turns red when she realises how obvious she is being with her confusion.

Ron and Hermione go to the prefects’ carriage on the Hogwarts Express and patrol the corridors together. We don’t find out much about what they get up to, aside from finding out who the other house prefects are.

All in all, not much progression, but this year does give us the ‘emotional range of a teaspoon’ quote, something that the fandom seems to have taken as a literal measurement of Ron’s emotional range, rather than a joke by Hermione.

Sixth year-

Ooh- here we go. This year was basically the year that Ron and Hermione got jealous over each other a lot.

Hermione gets visibly irritated by Ron’s continued dumbstruck nature towards Fleur Delacour. Having said that, Ron does worry over Hermione when she gets accidentally clobbered by Fred and George’s punching telescope.

Ron gets annoyed when Hermione praises Harry for telling Professor Slughorn that Hermione was the best in their year.

Before the Gryffindor Keeper Try-outs, Lavender smiles at Ron, who smiles back at her uncertainly. He then starts strutting. Hermione doesn’t like this, and walks off to the stands without wishing Ron good luck.

Ron gets suspicious when Harry and Hermione stop outside the main doors to argue about Hermione confounding Cormac McLaggen during the Quidditch try-outs.

Hermione gets very angry and goes very red when she points out that she was going to ask Ron to one of Professor Slughorns’ parties.  Ron is very surprised by this, and goes from sneering that she should ask McLaggen to instead saying that he wouldn’t want her to ‘get off with McLaggen’ in a very quiet voice. Ron is obviously very startled by this, and seems very pleased about this turn of events.

When Ron discovers from Ginny that Hermione had kissed Viktor Krum, he gets very angry and confused at her. Hermione is hurt and bewildered by this.

Hermione then believes that Harry had spiked Ron’s drink with Lucky Potion, resulting in his brilliant saves during a Quidditch match. When Harry later tells them that he only faked spiking the drink, Ron assumed that Hermione had no belief in his Quidditch skills, and walks off in a huff. Hermione gets upset and storms off to Gryffindor tower.

Later than evening, Ron publicly snogs Lavender Brown during the celebration party in Gryffindor tower. Hermione sees this, gets even more upset, and goes to an empty classroom to get away from everyone else. When Ron accidentally turns up in the classroom with Lavender in tow, Hermione sets a flock of birds on him and leaves the room sobbing.

Ron and Hermione virtually stop being friends at this point. Both of them are upset and confused about the other, and avoid speaking to each other. Ron spends most of his free time getting snogged by Lavender, something that physically upsets Hermione every time it happens.

Ron and Hermione are then rude about each other in lessons, resulting in Hermione crying in the girls’ toilets. Later, Hermione reveals that she is going to Professor Slughorns’ latest party with Cormac McLaggen, giving her reason as ‘she likes really good Quidditch players’. This is clearly her way of making Ron angry at her, and possibly slightly jealous. Ron goes strangely blank after she says this and doesn’t say anything.

Hermione later reveals to Harry during Professor Slughorns’ party that she chose McLaggen as her date because he would annoy Ron the most.

Before Harry and Ron left Hogwarts for the Burrow for the Christmas break, Lavender snogs Ron again whilst Harry is trying to explain something to Hermione. According to Harry, Hermione didn’t really listen to what he was saying.

On Christmas morning, when Ron asks Harry whether Hermione did go with McLaggen to Slughorns’ party, he is visibly more cheerful when Harry tells him that he didn’t think it went well.

After they get back from the break, Hermione ignores Ron completely and refers to him in a mocking version of the nickname that Lavender gave to him- ‘Won-won’.

This pretty much continues until Ron is accidentally poisoned by a potion intended for Dumbledore. Hermione is very upset over this, and terrified that Ron was seriously injured. Their relationship becomes a lot better after this point, and Ron shows signs that he doesn’t really want to date Lavender any more. Ron and Lavender have more of a strained relationship after he gets out of the hospital wing, and Hermione is visibly pleased by this.

Hermione helps Ron finish off his essay for Defence Against The Dark Arts, and Ron is very appreciative of this. He absentmindedly says ‘I love you, Hermione’, which makes Hermione go slightly pink. This is the key moment in the change in the relationship- they are no longer friends who like each other, but two friends who want to date the other but can’t due to various circumstances.

Ron also talks about watching to dump Lavender while he watches Hermione sorting out his essay. I see this as symbolic.

When Ron and Hermione follow Harry (who was under the invisibility cloak) out of the boys dormitory, Lavender gets angry and wants to know what Ron was doing up there with Hermione. Ron splutters a lot.

Ron and Lavender then break up. Ron and Hermione keep accidentally touching each-other during one of their classes next day, which reduces Lavender to tears. Both Ron and Hermione feel very guilty about this, although both of them have noticeably improved moods after this scene.

After Dumbledore’s funeral, Ron comforts Hermione, held her and stroked her hair. Later, Hermione grabs Ron’s arm when he asks if she’ll let him hit Percy.

Hermione and Ron are virtually in a romantic relationship by this point. They aren’t technically a couple (they haven’t told anyone that we know of) but they act and feel like a couple

 (Artwork by Catching-smoke at deviantart.com)

Seventh year-

Ron points out that he’s using the ‘fail-safe ways to charm witches’ book that he got from Fred and George to get things going with Hermione. Later on, he compliments her on her wand-work, although for once, Hermione doesn’t really know why he’s doing it. Ron doesn’t answer her when she asks what he got Harry for his birthday, as Ron’s using the same book to attempt to woo her.

Ron comforts Hermione when Harry accidentally upsets her talking about Mad-Eye Moody and what happened to his body. Ron puts his arm around her, and gives her a handkerchief to blow her nose. He then puts his arm around her shortly later when Harry accidentally upsets Hermione again, and then reproaches Harry for this. (A very rare occasion in the books of Ron teaching other people tact)

Ron splutters when Hermione mentions that most of their packing is done, except for waiting for the rest of Ron’s underpants to come out of the wash.

Hermione and Ron fall asleep holding hands.

Hermione looks at Ron all tenderly when he’s worrying about the fate of the Cattermole family, so tenderly that it looks like she was about to kiss Ron. Harry has to remind her that he’s in the room.

Ron leaves Harry and Hermione after the Horcrux exacerbated his already dower mood. He thought that, when Hermione chose to stay to help Harry find the Horcruxes, she was choosing Harry over Ron.  

Hermione is distraught when Ron leaves. She barely talks to Harry. She spends the first night after Ron left crying in her bunk and unable to sleep. When her and Harry disapparate from the place where Ron left them, she breaks down sobbing and can’t muster the energy to perform the protective barriers around them, which Harry does instead.

Harry clarifies with Ron that he sees Hermione like a sister. He also points out that him and Hermione barely talked when Ron was gone. Ron finally conquers his inferiority complex by destroying the Horcrux, as well as his feelings of inadequacy around Hermione.  

Hermione is incredibly angry at Ron when he returns, yelling at him that she begged him to come back, and that they could have been dead for all he knew.

Ron says that he regretted leaving the moment he disapparated. When he mentions hearing Hermione say his name through the Deluminator, Hermione turns bright red.  

It takes a while for Ron and Hermione to get along after this. Hermione doesn’t do much except scowl and make angry comments whenever Ron is about. Harry points out that, when the three of them were grouped together, he felt like the only non-mourner at a poorly-attended funeral.

Ron votes to visit Xenophilius Lovegood partially to get back into Hermione’s good books. When Harry asks him about this, Ron says that ‘it’s all fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both’.

Hermione covers Ron with the invisibility cloak during their escape from the death eaters at the Lovegoods’ house. She was worried that Ron’s family would be targeted by the death eaters if they realised Ron was on the run with Harry.

When they captured by snatchers and taken to Malfoy Manor, Ron yells that he should be kept and tortured instead of Hermione. He had previously tried to stop the snatchers from hurting Hermione, and had been hit in the face for his troubles.

During Harry and Ron’s time in the cellar of Malfoy Manor, they could both hear Hermione’s screaming as she was being tortured. Ron began yelling Hermione’s name, unable to think, shaking, sobbing, and being petrified that she would die, even going so far as to pound the walls with his fists. After his chains were cut by Luna, Ron tried to disapparate out of the cellar without a wand, showing how terrified he was for Hermione.

When Bellatrix Lestrange told Fenrir Greyback (the werewolf) that he could take Hermione as a victim, Ron bellowed and burst into the room where Hermione was being tortured, and disarmed Bellatrix.

When the chandelier fell on top of Hermione, Ron leapt forward and pulled her out of the rubble whilst Harry dealt with the death eaters.

Ron disapparates to Shell Cottage, and makes sure Hermione is safe and healthy before he goes outside to help Harry dig Dobby’s grave. When Hermione wobbles outside later, Ron puts an arm around her and supports her.

When Harry points out that the death eaters will know that Harry’s wand is broken by checking Hermione’s wand that they left at Malfoy Manor, the colour that had come back into Hermione’s face since she tortured drains away. Ron reproaches Harry for it.

During the battle of Hogwarts, Ron points out that they need to get the house-elves of Hogwarts to safety, as they shouldn’t order them to die for them. This is the tipping point for Hermione, who throws herself at Ron and kisses him full on the mouth. Ron responds with such enthusiasm that he lifts her off her feet. It is often considered the moment that they became a romantic couple rather than just two friends in love with each other.

This was the year that Ron and Hermione finally moved past being ‘friends who like each other’ to becoming a fully-fledged couple. It was a long journey, filled by jealousy, confusion and a lot of awkwardness, but they got there in the end.

(Artwork by Mudblood428 at deviantart.com)

Thanks for reading this very long post and I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it. This is probably my biggest analysis of Romione yet. Just wanted to share all the moments that I love about these two amazing people and the lovely couple they make! 

A Wish Come True

A/N: This is my third entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Season of Love - Colors of Fall challenge. This will be a four part mini series, one part per season. Feedback is highly appreciated, especially now that tumblr are trying to screw us over with these new updates. I consider this to be an AU, Jensen is not an actor in this one, and he only has one daughter, and he’s single. I mean no harm to him, or his beautiful family, this is purely fiction. Also, thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93, you rock.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Maddie and Joy (OC’s)

Warnings: None for this, maybe one F’bomb. Some fluff

Wordcount: 3667

Prompt: gif

August

Flashback

It was a late August afternoon in New York city. The sun was shining from a clear blue sky and there was a warm breeze fanning over the secluded spot in a small corner of the huge Central Park. This was your daughter’s favorite spot, the small playground they had set up in  the massive park. You were on a bench, watching your four year old running from the swings and to the slide, only to go back to the swings a second later. A warm smile spread across your lips as it seemed like she had made a friend, a girl her age with strawberry blonde hair and a cute flowery dress.

Being a single mom was hard sometimes, especially in a new city. You had moved here a couple of months ago when your ex husband, your daughter’s father, had been relocated here by his company. Uprooting your life to follow your ex might sound like a crazy thing to do, and you knew most people wouldn’t have, but the two of you had ended on good terms, and you were adamant that your child grew up around both parents. He had been moved here, you were unemployed, so it made sense for you to go after him, or, with him.

You laughed to yourself as you saw the two girls run around, laughing and playing. At least your daughter seemed to be adjusting to this new city just fine.

“Excuse me?” A deep voice interrupted your thoughts.

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Wednesday

Once the leaf fight was over yesterday, Rick and Michonne had left Jeffy and four of the California Five to rake up all the leaves they’d scattered while they’d gone upstairs to shower and change. By the time they were both done, there was no time to talk about their near kiss. Dinner was ready and company stayed late into the night. When they finally made it up to their room, Rick and Michonne had fallen into bed exhausted. But now they were both wide awake and keenly aware of the person beside them. They both knew they had a lot to discuss, but neither knew where to start…or even if they should.

The loud silence was broken by the ringing of Michonne’s phone. She grabbed it off her nightstand and smiled. She pressed to start the video call with Sasha.

“Hey, girl! Did I wake you up? I thought folks got up with the cows down there.”

“I was awake. I just haven’t gotten out of bed yet.”

“So how are things going? How’s Rick?”

Afraid Sasha was going to say something embarrassing, Michonne decided to alert her to Rick’s presence. “Ask him yourself. He’s right here.”

“What?! Right where? Aren’t you in bed?”

“Yes.”

“And Rick is in the bed, too?”

Michonne realized her mistake too late. “Uh…yes.” 

“AARON! GET IN HERE!”

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Don’t You (Forget About Me): Chapter Two

Summary: Seven kids are brought together by Saturday detention. Through a series of confessions, they become closer than ever.

Also known as, the Breakfast Club AU we’ve all been waiting for.

Warnings: Cussing, bad jokes, people being mean to Stan and Richie :(

Word Count: 1727

Ships: Reddie, Stenbrough (hinted at, more prominent later)

Author’s Note: Well… I have no self control. I meant to post a chapter every other day, but since tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I likely won’t be on very much, I thought I’d post now.

I can’t tell y’all how thankful I am for how much love this fic has received in only one day. I love you all, and I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint. It’s a little shorter than usual, but a lot happens. A lot.

Let me know what you think!




Richie had been mistaken.

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