Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake
Y/N POV -
The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.
We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.
I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.
“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.
“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.
“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.
“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.
We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.
“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.
“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.
“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.
“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.
“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.
“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.
“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.
“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.
“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.
“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.
“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.
“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.
Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.
We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’
“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.
We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.
He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.
He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.
I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.
“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”
“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.
“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.
“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.
The league discovered that Batman made files on all of them. Files in which were their secret identities, the way they could be defeated, and a all lot of personal details. And so they were…pretty mad at him. They felt like he betrayed their trust, while all he wanted to do was to make sure the World was safe. So the bat had to amend himself. He told all of them he was Bruce Wayne. And that’s the story of how a bunch of superheroes invaded your home.
They first went to see the Batcave, which left you enough time to try and relax. It wasn’t everyday that you met the biggest superheroes of the World. You already encountered Superman, who was in real life Clark Kent, your husband’s best friend. You also were friend with Wonder Woman, having actually quite a lot in common with Diana Price. And your eldest son was friend with The Flash sidekick, Kid Flash, even though you never actually met Barry Allen, you felt like Wally told you enough things about him that you knew you’d probably get along. But the rest…Well, you were just super stressed.
Of course, you knew all of them, extensively actually. You knew what they liked and didn’t like, their personality…Hum, you might have, MIGHT, read Bruce’s files on them. Curiosity. It was your biggest flaw.
after weeks of platonic bed-sharing, lines start getting blurred:
-sometimes shiro crawls into bed shirtless after training and showering, and allura gets extra snuggly when he does
-allura likes to trace his scars when shes fidgety while a half-asleep shiro traces the markings along her arms
-“hey that tickles" "get used to it shiro. girls like scars, dont you know that?“ "oh yeah? let’s see if you like getting tickled then" and giggly chaos ensues
-eventually shiro just starts walking around shirtless as they get ready for bed because he knows she’s used to seeing his scars and he likes watching allura blush
-sometimes shiro will roll over and give allura a groggy "good morning” peck without thinking, but then scrambles into the bathroom after he realizes what he’s done
-sometimes allura hooks her leg over his hips and deepens the kiss, but one of them always pulls away and escapes before things go any further
-neither of them ever bring up these occurrences after they happen, they never kiss outside of these incidents, and they both dread the imminent “what are we now” conversation
-by this time coran and the paladins have all caught them in compromising positions and refuse to believe that they still haven’t had sex
-keith constantly teases shiro about it and lance jokingly laments losing his shot at the princess
-then one night, when they’re both wide awake and unable to blame the flirting on drowsiness, shiro comes in shirtless from the shower and teases allura about how clothed she is in comparison…so she takes off her shirt too…and things just go from there
Hi, can please write a Bughead headcanon about them being obliviously cuddly/touchy-feely? Thanks
Here you go, hope you like it!
Headcannon: Jughead can’t keep his hands off Betty whenever he’s sitting next to her, even when they’re with their friends, and Betty can’t stop smiling or blushing every time he does.
Jughead slid onto the bench of the picnic table, his knee knocking into Betty’s as he settled into the seat next to her. As Betty glanced up to meet his gaze, she bit her bottom lip to hide the same smile that always threatened to creep onto her lips whenever Jughead was around.
“Can we please talk about this ridiculous photography assignment?” Veronica asked from her seat on the other side the table. “It makes less sense than the plot to that movie Kevin made us watch last week about that creepy humanoid duck alien thing.”
Betty’s eyes drifted from her friends sitting at the other end of the table, to the boy sliding his hand onto her knee next to her.
“Hey, Howard the Duck is a classic and should be treated as such,” Kevin defended his movie of choice, pointing a finger at Veronica before reaching forward to grab a hand full of chips from the bag on the table. “Besides, the assignment seems pretty straight forward. Make a collage of the most meaningful experience from your past. Doesn’t really scream complex, pull-your-hair-out-after-six-cups-of-coffee-and-a-bottle-of-Advil, research assignment to me.”
Gently, Betty placed a hand on Jughead’s arm, feeling the fabric of his jacket through her fingers as she focused her attention on the splintering piece of wood on the table.
“Yeah, but every meaningful experience I can think of involves expensive shoes or really fancy cheese and I don’t think Mr. Buckley will appreciate such sophisticated taste,” Veronica pointed out, crossing her legs underneath the table and leaning forward to take a bite of her salad. “What do you think Betty?”
Jughead intertwined his fingers through hers, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand as they locked eyes, completely oblivious to anything else happening in the world around them.
“Hmm?” Betty mumbled, her eyes never breaking Jughead’s gaze. Veronica raised a curious eyebrow at the couple, quickly bending down to find their interlocked hands resting comfortably between them under the table.
“Are you kidding me?” Veronica gasped, turning to Kevin with wide eyes. “They’re totally holding hands under the table again!”
“Busted,” Kevin stood from the table to place a firm hand in the center of the wooden surface. “Drop em’ you two, we had a deal!”
“We tried, V, honestly,” Betty tried to explain, turning to Jughead and shrugging helplessly. “It’s like this gravitational pull that we can’t seem to break. Kind of like Kev and his bad taste in movies.”
“First of all rude, second of all gag,” Kevin scrunched up his nose in disgust as he snatched the bag of potato chips from the table and shoved a handful into his mouth.
“Okay, whatever but can you two please stop caressing each other long enough to listen to me complaining about school and expensive shoes?” Veronica whined, shoving her lunch tray away from her to place her elbows on the surface.
“Do we have a choice?” Jughead muttered. “Because I can think of about 734 other things I could be doing right now that sound like a better option than that.”
“Yeah, well, the one thing you really want to be doing right now is sitting right next to you so…” Kevin mumbled under his breath, tossing a chip into the air and catching it in his mouth.
“Kev!” Betty protested, her cheeks beginning to turn a faint pink color that always gave away her embarrassment.
“Oh, come on, you set that one up for me,” Kevin told her, his lips curling into a devilish smile as he set the bag of chips back onto the table.
“He’s right you know,” Veronica agreed. “You fell right into the trap.”
“I’m going to go get some more chips,” Jughead announced, standing from the picnic table and turning to Betty before walking back to the student lounge. “You want anything Bets?”
“No, I’m good thanks,” Betty smiled up at Jughead, their eyes lingering a second longer than necessary.
Veronica cleared her throat, and the couple turned away from each other to glance uncomfortably at the ground. “Oh no, we’re good too, Jugs, thanks,” Veronica said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him as she watched him walk up the hill.
“You guys are the worst,” Betty informed them, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning forward on the table.
“And you two are adorable,” Kevin swooned.
“Adorably annoying,” Veronica corrected him. “Seriously control the touchy feely stuff while we’re around would you? Otherwise you’re gonna have to find some other friends to ignore every time the two of you are within a few feet of each other.”
“We’re not that bad are we?” Betty wondered, her brows drawing together in concern as she thought back to all the times her friends had caught them with their hands all over each other when they were supposed to be hanging out as a group.
“Trust me, you don’t want her to answer that, B,” Kevin warned her, turning to Veronica who simply to a sip of her water and shrugged.
“I’m really sorry guys,” Betty apologized. “I promise to be a better friend, I’m just…”
“In love?” Kevin finished for her, raising an intrigued eyebrow and crumpling his empty chip bag before tossing it in the trashcan behind him.
“What?” Betty gasped, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of the word ‘love.’ “No, I-”
“It’s okay to admit it, Betty,” Veronica cut her off, her face softening as she placed a gentle hand on Betty’s arm. “That boy can’t keep his eyes off you - or his hands it seems. I mean you’re literally his whole world. He obviously feels the same way.”
“You think?” Betty asked, hoping with everything she had that Veronica was right. “Sometimes I’m not so sure.”
“You should be,” Veronica assured her, grabbing her tray and turning in her seat to toss her empty salad container into the trash. “And you should tell him.”
“Oh, I don’t…” Betty mumbled, fully prepared to tell Veronica that she couldn’t tell him something like that, at least not yet. But after a moment of thinking about how she had been dating Jughead for almost six months and that her heart raced every time she was in the same room as him, she started to think that telling him that she loved him wasn’t so crazy after all. “You really think I should?”
“I do,” Veronica nodded. “And I think you should tell him tonight.”
“Tell who what?” Jughead snuck up behind Betty, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before returning to his spot next to her on the bench.
“Nothing!” Betty said almost too quickly. “It’s nothing - um do you want to walk me home tonight after we finish up at the Blue and Gold? There’s something I kind of wanted to talk to you about.”
“Absolutely,” Jughead told her, leaning forward to brush an eyelash off her cheek and smiling down at her. “Can’t wait.”
“Yeah,” Betty beamed at him, her heart beating a mile a minute the way it always did when he was this close to her. “Me either.”
Do you have any headcannons on hidden talents the tog characters have ?? Like idk singing or dancing or juggling or drawing or making up hilarious limericks on the spot or baking fucking amazing bread or just being really good at frenchbraids ?? I don't really know where I'm going with this I just thought it would be interesting to ask !
I’m including ACOTAR characters too.
Each and every member of the Thirteen is a FANTASTIC singer. On the level of sirens, only everyone is mesmerized by their voices.
Chaol can juggle. He started doing it one say for shits in his office, and found out that he is actually good at it.
Dorian can do the splits. He is actually quite limber.
Cassian quilts. Rhys’s mom taught the boys how to mend their own clothing, but she used to stay up quilting, and Cassian used to help. His brother’s don’t know this. But he can sew a mean quilt. And when Rhys’s mom died, he asked Rhys is he could keep some of her quilts and Rhys let him. He keeps them in a locked trunk in his house. But his favorite one hands on the wall. It’s both a work of art and a memoriam to the only mother he ever knew.
Summary: After Link accidentally injures Sidon in a sparring match, he is so distraught from the mistake that he runs off. When Sidon tries to chase after him and console him, however, he doesn’t fully realize just how ridiculous his injury is.
Author’s notes: ….of course my first contribution to the Zelda fandom ever is fluffy garbage I’m not even sorry.
Also yes, yes this is the thing I contemplated writing not long ago. It’s not as shippy as I thought it would have turned into knowing me, but this is still pretty damn cute and I am still pretty damn pleased.
I just. Can’t stop picturing Sidon with a gap-toothed grin. May you never get the image out of your mind either.
Also, if you’d prefer you can read here on Ao3! Or you can just click the read more button below!
I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled
modern criminal au. part 1/3 fandom: inuyasha // inukag inukag week day 1: protect words: 1238 summary: “It’s not like I did it because I like you or anything. When this is over, you’re probably dead meat, and I won’t care a fucking bit!” “You know, I’d maybe believe you if you hadn’t just taken a bullet for me, you jerk!”
Hello hello, I return to the Inuyasha fandom once more. Coincidentally, right in time for Inukag week! Twas fate. Enjoy this little adventure. <3
It wasn’t every day you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. Multiple guns, to be exact. It wasn’t every day, either, to have your car stolen, along with yourself, by an angry, screaming lunatic with a bag full of ramen cup noodles. To have both these things happen in a day was so unlikely that Kagome was ready to sue whoever was in charge of Probability. All she had wanted was to buy some harmless groceries.
Now here she was, frozen with fear inside her car, while her kidnapper stood in front of the hood with his hands held high. He’d left the car door open, and the smell of gasoline and garbage wafted inside. Not the best part of town. Their persecutors had caught up with them all too quickly, and sadly they had not been the police. Whoever this ramen thief was, he was knee-deep in trouble of the worst kind, and it probably didn’t have to do exclusively with the theft of instant noodles. Then again, who was she to know the workings of criminals? Maybe there was a ramen cup noodle mafia.
But no matter how much Kagome disliked her car-napper, she did not want to see him shot. And, from the looks of it, that was exactly what was going to happen. So Kagome did the only stupid thing she could think of: she jumped out of her car, screamed at an angry mob with guns to please stop and protectively stepped in front of the asshole.
They wouldn’t shoot an innocent woman, right?
Except, she realized a little belatedly, they would. Of course they would.
@graciekeeper99I had the idea of Astrid being told by someone that it was her fault that Stoick died and Valkas home was destroyed and she starts freaking out and avoiding Hiccup who doesnt blame her at all even after she tells him. Please and thank you
(Another part of my “writing when I really should be studying” saga)
Astrid used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun reflecting in the ice that still covered a good part of Berk. Two weeks after Drago Bludvist’s attack, a lot had yet to be done. It would take Berk a long time to fix what he and his Bewilderbeast had destroyed. And she didn’t mean only the village.
Summary: Ten years later, Levi reflects back with a cup of tea and an old photo album.
Pairing: RivaMika bc I am trash
Note: I swear to it there is rivamika here please read to the end & YOU SHOULD REAAAALLY READ THIS WITH THIS PLAYING (gives you the whole feels shebang)
WORD COUNT: 1,652
Situated at the far left corner of a comfortably furnished living room sat a man. His form rested upon the back of an old leather armchair, one hand flexed towards the side table, serving to occasionally to bring a cup of tea, black, as he had always preferred it to be, towards his lips for that slow sip, and the other to flip a page on an bulky photo album.
Ten years had walked by since the last cry of the final titan that had been slain and ten years had gone since the first cry of man that became a signal for humanity’s long awaited victory. Levi glanced at the cover of the photo album, its edges weary and color faded. Photographs have been rare before, especially to them who served in the military where different priorities were placed above trivial matters. Though, idly thinking back to it, Levi felt somewhat happy they had occasional moments to spare to trap time within paper.
He pushed away his prior thoughts and flipped a page to face the familiar faces of Eren, Armin, and Mikasa staring back at him. He chucked wryly. Upon noticing Eren’s deep scrunch of the brow, looking rather angry, Armin’s shy glance towards the camera, and Mikasa’s deadpan gaze boring to the lens, Levi concluded this picture was taken in their younger days, probably within the first few months of their training. The rest of the page was filled with similar pictures he noticed. His eyes slowly scanned across photos of various 104th cadets some of them smiling, laughing, even glaring - courtesy of Mikasa, and some pictures of them training.
Most of the photos he scanned by were of Jean and Eren either fighting or glaring, Armin waving behind a book, Ymir, with blushing Historia under her arm,and Sasha and Connie with their arms entangled and smiles adorning their faces. He chuckled at a particular photo; a red faced Jean leaning, or rather, attempting to lean close to an unsurprisingly deadpan Mikasa who very subtly leaned her body away. Either Connie or Sasha must have been the culprit behind this photo, he mused.
Flipping through the next few pages, he stopped short at a particular photo of Erwin, Hanji, and himself.
His eyes glazed with nostalgia at the sight of Erwin’s proud grin, broad shoulders and sky blue eyes. Erwin, in the picture had slung an arm over Hanji’s broad shoulders whose smile seemed even wider and the reds on her cheeks even redder. Even he, in the picture, even standing at a noticeable distance had looked at the two with an expression mirroring one of happiness, well as much happiness as you could get from the Levi after all. The picture had been taken after one of a successful expedition, so that must be the explanation of whyErwin looked less goddamned constipated for once, Levi thought.
He stopped yet again at a single photo shuffled crookedly to the corner. It was a simple photo of Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie seated on a bench with their usual expressions in place; Reiner with his proud smile, Bertholdt with his gentle eyes, and Annie’s expression resembling Mikasa’s usual deadpan look. Levi looked at the frayed edges with blank thoughts and flipped the page yet again. He willed himself to ignore the transparent gleam of tape that connected the rip of the photo midway.
Another photograph of them all caught his attention. Historia seated at the middle, a strong gaze steadied to the lens and her posture straight and proud. The rest of them had stood behind her, some smiling, some neutral with their hands fisted to their chests; their symbol for devotion.
The rest of the photos from the album mostly consisted of the faces of cadets in different settings. Some were familiar, some not quite. Along the people, he noticed the notable fear in the eyes and the weary posture that they held their bodies and sighed proceeded to sigh woefully. The war had been long and somuch was lost for the walls to finally fall.
That moment had been captured in a photograph. It wasn’t a grand photo. Just a photo of open land. He remembered that field well. Probably just a few feet away would have laid the final titan face turned to the ground and body slump. It was silent, he remembered. There fell a hush after the creature fell with a thud. And then a cry. He didn’t know who, but he remembered a cry. It sounded somewhat a mix between a cry of victory and a cry of anguish. After centuries of bloodshed and fear within caged walls, the remaining soldiers joined the chorus and let out a cry. Some cried for those who were lost and some cried out of relief. Levi didn’t cry. He fell to his knees instead, with his hand curled to a fist over his heart as he bowed his head.
Mikasa held Eren and Armin close to her and as well let out a cry. Eren had thought she resembled her nine year old self that day, raw and stripped of her armor; so Eren had let out a smile instead. Armin looked at the two, then the men who scattered themselves across the battlefield, and then the open walls and he too let out a cry.
Levi turned the page again and stopped at a photo of a bonfire. The photo was solemn. The black of the night and the red hues of the flames in stark contrast against the faded linings of the paper it was stuck to. On the bottom, there lay a note.
“To all whom was lost- may we devote our hearts to your sacrifice and to humanity.”
The line was written with quick, precise, strokes, and Levi has never thought for a few words to envelop him in so much nostalgia and longing before.
The sound of a door opening and a mix of footsteps running and walking in pulled Levi from his trance.
Levi looked, the confusion immediately dispersing from his features and stretched his arm out for his daughter to grab. He smoothed her black hair and lifted her up to sit in his lap as he listened to her animatedly talk about what she bought with Mama in the market.
“Mama bought a lot of leaves! I asked why when we have a lot of leaves in our tree but mama said the leaves were for the tea shop but Papa what does she mean? How can you drink from leaves?”
Levi looked at Lisa, his and Mikasa’s three year old daughter and smiled at her bewildered expression, “Mama and Papa have to brew them, baby.” Lisa still sat on her papa’s lap, still with a puzzled expression but nodded none the less. Levi chuckled.
“Papa, me and Mama saw Uncle Eren and Uncle Armin too! They said Auntie Sasha’s bakery is opening tomorrow. We should go, Auntie Sasha makes really good cake, papa. Can we go?”
Levi ruffled her hair and replied, “We can ask your mama so we can go together, okay?”
Levi looked towards the kitchen where Mikasa had begun to organize the tea leaves into separate containers and caught her eye. “Jean has mentioned that Connie told him about the opening, so I don’t see why not.”
Lisa let out a yell of a hooray at her mama’s approval and jumped from her papa’s lap, not before kissing his cheek (which Levi smiled at), and joined her mama in the kitchen.
Mikasa paused from her work, swiped a strand of hair to the side and glanced at her husband. She studied as he sat on the chair, blue eyes looking far out the window and finally noticed the old hardbound album sitting on his lap. Mikasa moved towards Levi, taking the seat across from him and placed her hand on top of his. Levi jolted in a slight surprise from the touch, relaxed, then took her hand under his own.
They looked at each other in a comfortable, familiar silence. Levi studied Mikasa’s face as her eyes, that used to look at the world with such a hardened gaze had now stared back at him softly. His eyes trailed down to her scar that peeked curiously from beneath black tresses and briefly thought back to its origins.
Lisa’s sudden call broke the silence,“Papaaaa! Mamaaaaa! I’m finished! Can I set out the biscuits mama bought earlier?”
Both Levi and Mikasa glanced at Lisa, amusement flickering in their eyes. Levi then looked at a framed photograph mounted to the wall. It was a photo of the three of them; Mikasa, finally without the deadpan expression and finally smiling, sat on the sand, with Lisa between her legs, his daughter’s eyes scrunched in laughter and Levi, sitting beside Mikasa, one hand slung over her shoulder, his eyes locked on his family, a calm smile ghosted over his lips.
Levi’s eyes drifted towards his wife, with his daughter in her lap, hands reaching towards the plate and pretty blue eyes (which she got from him) in deep concentration over the arrangement of the sweets.
Levi looked around once again, at the simplicity of his home, and the smallness of his family and grasped at the leather bound photo album tighter.
Years back he would have never imagined to be in this position, always feeling like a piece ready to be sacrificed at any time, but as he looks at Mikasa and Lisa, Levi realizes that he has never felt more at home.
Summary: Jim’s gemstone is cracked during the Battle of the Bridges, and he throws any semblance of humanity to the wind in order to finish the fight
Toby had watched as it happened.
When Jim was locked in combat with Bular under the bridge, the troll had picked him up and slammed him, gem-first, against one of the beams. The effect had been immediate. Jim’s entire body had flickered upon impact, a clear sign that his gem had been damaged.
They were too far away to help. They had only been able to watch as the Lapis Lazuli that had been chosen as Trollhunter struggled to fight off the vicious Gumm-Gumm, and watch they did. They saw as Jim out-maneuvered his enemy, stabbing him in the chest and sending him plummeting through burning sunlight and into the canal. Jim was victorious, but the ominous flickering of his form reminded them that he hadn’t emerged unscathed.
Canon-compliant kind of…. takes place before season two episode twelve. Through a weird worm-holing accident, they end up in a part of the universe Allura and Coran have never seen before. They’re too far for Zarkon to find them, trapped in the castle with two members of the Blade of Marmora, and they have plenty of time to get to know each other.
Most of Keith’s discomfort with the Blade of Marmora had to be residual. Most of it. At least 90%. The other ten percent was because he kept catching them staring at him.
okay friends sit down and listen up this is going to sound weird but consider this: Full House AU these probably aren’t in chronological order I just need to get this out of my head
Okay so Gaston is the widower in this, aka Danny Tanner
even though he says like he likes widows in the movie he definitely doesn’t like being one
especially when he has six strapping boys and a little girl to take care of
I don’t know who his wife was, nor is it really relevant here
when their mother dies the kids are thirteen, eleven, ten, eight, six, five and two
Lefou is kind of a combination of Joey Gladstone and Uncle Jesse
He moves into Gaston’s basement to help take care of the kids, because even though Gaston is raising them well, taking care of seven kids alone is next to impossible
he goes by Uncle Lefou to the kids
he’s the goofy uncle who reads stories with silly voices and tucks the kids into bed every night with Gaston and omg omg i’m crying
Gaston takes half of the brood and Lefou takes the other half to make bedtime easier
they swap the next night so it’s equal time with each kid
if the kids don’t feel comfortable going to Gaston for some reason, they go to Uncle Lefou because they know he won’t judge them but he’ll let them know his opinion without sugarcoating it
like when the oldest, about fourteen mentions something about trying a drink (this is def a reference to an actual full house episode okay) and Lefou is the one to sit him down and explain how dangerous it can be
he promises not to tell Gaston as long as nothing is to come of it, but if it does he will
just… take a minute to think about Gaston playing baseball with nearly a full team of kids in the backyard
Lefou plays catcher even though he’s horrible at catching a ball
He spends most of the games chasing after foul balls that he failed to catch
I’d also like to point your attention to macho man Gaston doing manicures and having tea parties with his little girl
HAVE I MENTIONED STANLEY YET
BECAUSE HE’S THERE TOO
Stanley is basically Aunt Becky please and thank you
Stanley works with Gaston, and when Gaston finds out he’s gay he just goes like WAIT WHAT I KNOW SOMEONE AND HE’S V LONELY
Stanley turns a lovely shade of red at this
Lefou does too when he realizes what Gaston has done
“Gaston just because he’s gay doesn’t mean we’ll hit it off”
spoiler alert: they hit it off
The kids totally ship it too btw they’re the ones really pushing for them to get together
Stanley eventually moves in with the family making the house feel smaller but it’s fine with them because what’s one more tbh
and since they’re jesse and becky that means they adopt twins amirite
they’re named Thomas and Richard ofc
the kids are always stuck in an endless loop of “go ask your father”
“go ask your father” “i have three please be more specific”
omg Lumiere’s son is totally the Kimmy Gibbler in this situation
Lumiere and Plumette would definitely have the most beautiful children ever jsyk
and being their child, he is the most hashtag extra person ever
their son is the one causing the most trouble, and stays at their house way longer than Gaston extended the invite for