♫ Hello, stranger. It seems so good to see you back again, how long has it been?♫
(Moonlight, 2016)
Grocery Shopping
Still not back and I have to force myself to step away from Tumblr again, but I missed writing these two and the last ep awakened the muse.
Based on this prompt from dailyau: You’re trying to reach the top shelf and I know you’re short but please ask for help instead of climbing shelves/using books as stools/getting a running start AU
Oliver hates supermarkets. He can never find anything. Granted, that’s probably because he can count the number of times he’s been inside one on the fingers of one hand. His family has people for this. The Lances, however, do not. If they did, Laurel wouldn’t have called him to ask him to pick up ice cream on his way over. Usually, he’d just ignore the request and show up anyway, feigning forgetfulness. He knows how to turn on the charm when it counts. But he got a little too drunk and a little too flirtatious with some girls at the party the other night and he wants off of Laurel’s shit list.
He should just ask someone where the ice cream aisle is, but the employees in these places are always so judgmental. He can feel their smug condescension. “Of course pampered rich boy, Oliver Queen, doesn’t know where to find the beer.” So, instead, he has to walk the length of the store, looking down each aisle until he finds what he needs.
He’s just turning to look down what feels like his hundredth when he sees her. There’s a girl: a tiny, blonde blur of motion. He catches her mid-jump as she tries to reach a cereal box perched on the top shelf. He freezes in place, surprised, and watches as she lands without the box in her hands. She pauses a moment and then breathes a heavy sigh as she turns to scowl up at the box. When she starts to walk away, Oliver assumes she’s giving up, but then she turns back toward the box–a determined look on her face–and takes a running jump as she tries to grab the box again. She gets much closer this time, but she still misses and when she lands on the ground, Oliver can hear her grumbling to herself even from ten feet away.
t3athletics: Busy day on the farm today. Final chores: Bailing water and pitching hay with @emilybett & @stephenamell . Well oiled machines here….
Full Dark, No Stars
I’ve been on a fic-writing hiatus for a long time now, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about this. Really love Riverdale and I am all in for Betty and Veronica. Feedback is always appreciated.
Veronica can’t sleep. Usually, she falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow, but she’s spent the last few hours tossing and turning. She just can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier.
She’d been surprised when Betty first told her her plan to get back at Chuck. Veronica didn’t think sweet, innocent Betty Cooper was capable of thinking up such a cruel trick—never mind actually going through with it. She’d assumed she would have to take the lead, that Betty would be just as meek as she was during cheerleading tryouts. So, her jaw had nearly hit the floor when Betty had stepped through that door.
I wasn’t born into this like you. I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now. Tutor me.
