air vengeance

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hey!! congrats on 1.5k followers that's AWESOME and we loved caramelkru but mellamymake is so cute too! <3 can we request a fic? with the prompt "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" or "okay i get that there are no seats left in this cafe but like i am trying to read here no you cannot have this chair my feet are using it thank you very much please get out of my face now” au please? Thanks for doing this :)

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YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

[also on ao3]

“You’re late,” Raven announces when Bellamy walks in, barely looking up from where she’s shaking M&M’s into a bowl with a distinct air of mild vengeance. “The last time we did movie night, you gave me all kinds of shit for being, like, two minutes late. And now, you’re late. So, A+ for hypocrisy, I guess, assho—”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says automatically, ducking into the kitchen with a furtive glance down the hallway. A chorus of muffled laughter drifts in from the living room, a small whoop from Jasper ringing clear above the noise. “Is Clarke here?”

Raven tears her gaze away from her snacks to raise a brow at him. “Of course Clarke is here. Why the hell wouldn’t Clarke be here? Why would you come all the way in here just to—” Her eyes widen, and she drops the bag of M&M’s onto the counter, turning to face him. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says defensively, crossing his arms in front of him. “Nothing’s up. Why would you think something’s up?”

Raven’s sharp gaze narrows. “Because you walked in here to find out if Clarke was here instead of just going in there and, I don’t know, using your eyeballs?” She cocks her head, face scrunching in suspicion. “Also, I didn’t ask what was up. I asked what did you do.”

For a brief moment, Bellamy pauses to think about what it would be like to attempt lying to Raven, just to get out of this awkward situation.

It takes him approximately two point four seconds to arrive at the conclusion that it would most likely be far less awkward if he chose not to attempt it at all.

He takes a deep breath, glancing warily over his shoulder. “Okay, fine. If you must know — last night, Clarke and I were hanging out—”

Big shocker,” Raven deadpans, one brow arched. “Continue.”

“And we were— well, we had a few drinks—”

Raven snorts. “Even bigger shocker. And?”

“And then,” he says, his voice strained. “And then we… kissed.”

Silence.

Raven frowns. “And … ?”

He reels back a step, unsure how to react to her total lack of surprise. “And… that’s it. We got a little too drunk, and we— we kissed. By accident.”

Raven rolls her eyes. “God. You two are literally the most boring couple that aren’t actually a couple to have ever existed in the history of forever.”

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That’s not to say they didn’t have enemies. While their teammates and coaches were well and truly okay with their relationship, fans and opposing teams alike had not too nice words for the pair. Some fans boycotted the team, games got rougher; but they still played to the best of their abilities. The passes were still caught, and the touchdowns were celebrated both on the field and at home.

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It’s like Mashima reads all our headcanons and theories and comes up with something like a magical cancer to fuck us over with each week.

What Does Divorce Mean to You?

From the age of three, I knew that if my parents sat me down alone, something bad had happened; 

Sitting me down alone meant my great-uncle had passed away; sitting me down alone meant my brother had gone..again; sitting me down alone meant that my parents could observe the only thing that showed that had something in common. 

When i was six years old, they sat me down alone, and with my gleaming, innocent eyes i looked up to them in anticipation and confusion as they coated what they told me in so much sugar it was as if they had renamed the ‘d’ word to doughnut. 

I didn’t know what they meant. 

Then three weeks later i found myself asking my mother why my father never came home anymore. 

Divorce means asking your mother why the pictures of your parents together had been hidden behind her wardrobe rather than placed proudly on the walls. 

Divorce means asking her why the doors now produce an echoing silence rather than the scream of it slamming. 

Divorce means asking her why she still continues to cry. 

Divorce means asking her where all of dad’s things have gone. 

Divorce means asking her why they have a second house that she’s never been to. 

Divorce means seeing tens of women enter the doorway to your father’s one bedroom apartment showing that there is most definitely no room for you anymore.

Divorce means being eight years old, waking up from an operation and asking your mum why your dad is not there. 

Divorce means her replying he’s at work. 

Divorce means finding out 7 years later that he was on a date. 

Divorce means having to tell two stories, because your mum doesn’t even remember your dad’s number anymore. 

Divorce means new people trying to be the old. 

Divorce means feeling the excruciating weight of your school bag filled with a weeks worth of books and clothes as you get the bus to your dads.

Divorce means spending every free moment imagining what it would be like if they stayed together. 

Divorce means seeing your mother happy for the first time in years.

Divorce means seeing your fathers lips turn to a straight parallel knife as the bitter words he says about your mother stab the air with a vengeance. 

Divorce means pretending that that doesn’t bother you.

Divorce means not wanting to make the same mistake. 

Divorce means having your lip quiver in desperation as your stepmother tells you you’re the reason she started smoking again. 

Divorce means having your mother tell you that the words that you write at night after hours of tears are pathetic, whilst your father prefers the term ‘poetic’.

Divorce means being thrown into a crossroad, knowing that whichever path i chose would be the wrong direction.

Most people ask me what divorce means to me; 

And the only describable way includes the water obtained in my mothers once-heartbroken eyes every time i pick up a wedding photo, and a knowing feeling that even though i had thousands of Disney books on true love and romance, I never really saw what a truly fairytale looked like. 

That is it. 

That is what divorce means to me. 

-Daniela Coates